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CONTENTS. 



PRELIMINARY ... Hi 

Prelude - 5 

Dedication to Mrs. Edggerton - 9 

Emma - 13 

Horace, Latin and English, modernised - 97 

Ariadne to Theseus, Ovid, Latin and English 117 

To the Redbreast, in Autumn - - 137 

The Weeping Stag, English and French - 139 

Fair Margaret, an antient MS. - - 147 

Prologue at Bruce Castle - - 161 

Epilogue at do. .- - - - 164 

Epilogue to Courcy, Earl of Ulster - 167 

Prologue to Camillus and Columna - 170 

Epilogue to ditto - 173 

Prologue to the Children in the Wood - 176 

Epilogue to ditto - 178 

Prologue to the Gipsies - - - 181 

Epilogue to ditto - 184 

Epilogue - 186 

1803: Picture of England and France - 191 

Vale, inquit, et vale - - - 201 

Epitre a Moi-meme, a la Facon de Boileau 205 

Vera Fides - - - - 214 

To my Pen, an Ode - 215 



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PRELIMINARY. 



± he utmost extent of the excellence of the hu~ 
man understanding is supposed to be seen in high 
finished Poesy. Invention, imagination, bold- 
ness, fire, exquisite taste, and mellifluous style—all 
must unite in one centre of happy nature and fine 
cultivation. Other attainments are mechanical, 
and may be gained by labour and perseverance. 
But ' Poeta nafcitur — the \ afflatus divinus 9 must be 
in him, tho'not requisite for others. Epic Poesy 
is the head and front of all. Few pieces yet 
of that class are to be found in the world. Only 
three exist of originality : nay, it may be averr'd, 
only one, and that is Homer; all others are 
avowedly his children. Next to this comes the 
mock, or serio-comic epic or heroic, " La Poesie 
epique comique a face grave." Of this class my 
Lord Oreord in his neat letter on literature, says, 
" to my eyes the Lutrin of Boileau, the Dis-^ 
" pensary of Garth, and the Rape of the 
" Lock of Pope, are standards of elegance and 
a 2 " grace 



iv PRELIMINARY. 

" grace not to be parallelled by antiquity; and 
" are eternal and mortifying reproaches to Vol- 
" taire, whose indelicacy in his ( Pucelle' de- 
" grades him as much, when compared with the 
" above, as his Henriade leaves Virgil, and 
" even Lucan, whom he most resembles, by far 
" his superiors/' We cannot but lament the mis- 
expenditure of the superior talents and powers of 
our countryman, Pope, in his Dunciad; low 
characters and filthy games disgust; his fourth 
book, however, makes amends ; therein he is all 
himself, great, glorious, and philosophical in the 
most harmonious numbers, unapproachable by any 
poet whatever. " Yet what are all these compo- 
" sitions," said a sensible lady of my acquaintance, 
" compared to the high entertainment we feceive 
" from modern novels and romances r I have read 
" 'all," said she, " I can admire poetical measures 
" and praise them to the echo, but I must own 
" that there is such a witchery attends good no- 
" vels as drives all other reading out of doors. I 
" will instance only in the Mysteries of Udolpho, 
" Romance of the Pyrenees, Ariel, Humbert Caftle, 
u Herman and Unna and an host of others. All 
" these engage, and I am bold to say, mend the 
" heart. No young lady or gentleman is there 
<c living who does not rise from such studies more 
" improved in morality and goodness, than from 

" any 



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* any grave sombre treatise on ethics." So thought 
Prior, an age since, when he said 

" Examples teach where precept fails, 
" And sermons are less read than tales." 
Relevant to this, from my own experience, I can 
aver the following circumstance: a grave and very 
strict tutor of a young friend of mine had forbid- 
den his pupil all novels and romances— by accident 
coming an hour before breakfast into my study, 
to divert that hour he took up Sir Charles 
Grandison; one page drew on another, and to 
that degree was his imagination fascinated, that he 
put the book into his pocket, and desired to pe- 
ruse the whole eight volumes, which, when he 
had done, he owned himself a convert, declaring 
that he could not have imagined that such beau- 
tiful lessons, for the conduct of human life, could 
be so charmingly conveyed as to captivate the 
heart beyond graver literature. From that mo- 
ment he rescinded his proscription, and allowed 
his pupil, and even read over with him the most 
approved writings of that sort. 

A poet may possibly be vexed to see the tide 
of reading run so strongly that way; (1) he may, 
however, derive consolation from the consideration 



(1) Even many of our colleges admit them into their pub- 
lic libraries. 

that 



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that a good tragedy or comedy, or a poetical 
composition will always stand, as it were, a Rock 
in the ocean of Literature, the judicious will 
ever prize it, as such generally outlive the host 
of novels : the greater part of which vanishes after 
once reading: seldom indeed are the best twice 
read. Surprise and curiosity are their baits, which 
once satisfied, never again retrieve their first pun- 
gency ; whereas beautiful verse (the language of 
the Gods) carries an eternal fascination with it, 
ever increasing as it spreads in fame. Good read- 
ers derive praise and worship from the graceful re- 
citation of striking and glowing passages, which are 
circumstances peculiar to such compositions. I 
would therefore advise my young readers by way 
of exercise, gracefully to rehearse the grave Cla- 
rissa's speech in the fourth canto of the Rape or 
the Lock, and likewise the moving scene of the 
Weeping Stag in Shakespear's fine play l As 
you Like it/ depend on it he will find my words 
true, he will derive great reputation if he recites 
with energy and the rich grace of feeling. 

These reflections weigh with me greatly. My 
Emma, I am fond to flatter myself, will gain 
friends wherever she may gain acquaintance. The 
few who have seen her blame me for cruel incos* 
iwbation, as they call it, of a beauty : I give an 
amusive reply from my French ' Epitre a Moi 

i meme/ 



PRELIMINARY, - rii 

* heme/ as, with Horace, I am a strong advo- 
cate for the ' Science de I'Armoire/ the lines are 
as follow. 

u Mais pour bien prevenir Ferreur de hon parent ; 
■" (Tous lecteurs croyes moi agissent sans comple- 

" ment.) 
" A double cadenas enfermes loin des yeux, 
iC Vos beaux vers mignons, n'ensonges si tu peux. 
4C Et au bout de dix ans faites les voir le jour: 
" Vous les lires au clair sans tendresse, d'auteur. 
" Comme ouvrage d'autrui vous frapp'ra le mo- 

" ment: 
" La ballance critique panchera justement. 
u Les deffauts paroitront sans fard etsansappui: 
" Lesbeautes intrinsiques, auront double leur prix. 
" Et pour comble resultant du Science de i/Ar- 

" MOIRE, 

" A jamais ils brill'ront au temple de lamemoire." 
After this, finding that my Favourite became 
the favourite of those to whose judgment she had 
passed, I wish'cl to make a small edition to present 
my friends. I will not, with mock modesty, disown 
that besides the satisfaction of seeing all done with 
my own eyes, some little matter of vanity entered 
into the business. Tho' by no means obtrusive, I 
own my love for my child ; Goldsmith's neat 
lines being the picture of my mind, I do not scru- 
ple writing them here. 

4C Sweet 



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ei Sweet Poesy, thou loveliest virgin of my soul! 
u My shame in crouds— in solitude my pride, 
" Source thou of all my bliss." 

I take this same Vanity to have been the De- 
mon that possessed Socrates. Every man has 
a certain portion thrown into his composition, and 
I am free to say, that without it our very being 
would be unpleasant, if not insupportable, not 
only in this world but in all the periods of our 
possible existence. If a man does not < Respect 
' Himself, he becomes an Abject. Would my 
design or limits allow, I could bring proofs of this 
principle existing in many animals. The history 
of cows in Switzerland is a glaring instance of the 
sensibility of that useful creature. Our hunting 
and race horses, our dogs, nay, the sprightly ca- 
nary birds, now over my head, on my noticing 
them, endeavour to gain praise from exuberance 
of song. 

With these sentiments I dismiss my Emma 
among my friends only, hoping that beyond that 
circle she may never stray, as nothing would more 
hurt my mind than to see the criticisms of them I 
hate and despise. , 

" — Odi profanum vulgus 

Et arceo. 

P. 



PRELUDE. 



M< 



LONSTEUR Despreaux gives us to under- 
stand that his beautiful poem, Le Lutrix, took its 
origin from a sort of challenge, thrown him, on his 
asserting that the best poems rise from the smallest 
grounds. 

In this scale of reasoning (omitting our Homers, 
Virgils, and Miltoxs) I trust it will be con- 
ceded, that poems, which have no grounds at all, 
must still be more excellent. I sub-poena as a 
witness Monsieur Pope's Rape (esteemed by all 
much superior to the Lutrix) and which had, as 
is verily believed, so little, as to be equivalent to 
no grounds at alL 

Gentlemen in all ages are gentlemen: and can 
any one be so weak as to yield credence to the 
assertion, that one of that description could ever 
have dared offer such an unpardonable affront to a 
lady in public, as to cut off her curls ; curls ! — then 
so fashionable and so essential to beauty : It must 
have been the invention of the playful poet. Now 
as this present poem has in the same manner no 
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grounds at all, for who shall we ever be able to per- 
suade, that it were possible for a poor Soubrette 
to supplant her young, rich, and beautiful Lady in 
the heart of her lover : or that a captain of the 
guards should be awed into matrimony by a far- 
mer's cudgel ? I aver that I think such things are 
utterly incredible. I hope, therefore, that the 
reader will, of course, it being in that predicable, 
allow it a superior rank of excellence. Moreover 
must I request him to have the goodness to recol* 
lect our veto, that no personal application of cha- 
racters or incidents be made, for I here enter my 
protest, that though the coats may haply fit many 
moulds, they were measured from none, conse- 
quently none can lay in any claim. Furthermore, 
my dear sir, you, sir, my gentle reader and critic, 
do not be too rigid in substituting your judgment 
of perfection, as the scale and measure of my la- 
bours. Consider, dearest sir, that it has stood test 
for four lustres, and moreover, that I will not al- 
low any one to give a magisterial opinion of things 
in which he is not an adept : for, 'with proper de- 
ference to your talents, I presume you, sir, are no 
poet ; to be one is not so easy a thing as you may 
possibly imagine ; and if you will not believe me, 
try ! If you are indeed of our gentle tribe, I should 
rejoice, as an infinity of trouble will be saved, in 
pointing out a thousand hidden, and not obtrusive 

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beauties, which a native legitimate bard must see 
of his own motion. 

To oblige me however, my dear friend (for such 
by this time I believe you to be) read this per- 
formance with ^attention : to ask you to do it with 
candour were to suppose you capable of ill-na- 
ture. If you understand it, perhaps you will read 
it twice : but should you be engaged to read it a 
third time, I shall have the very best opinion of 
your judgment, and bidding defiance to all criti- 
cism of vulgar ignorance, I shall carry my head 
to the Stars — 

" Sublimi feriam Sidera tertice." 

Hor. 



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TO 

MRS. ELIZABETH EDGGERTON, 

NO LESS WORTHY THE NOTICE OF THE POLITE 

PART OF MANKIND, FOR HER VERY 

AMIABLE AND COURTLY 

ACCOMPLISHMENTS, 

THAN 

OF THE CURIOUS AND SPECULATIVE, 

FOR 

HER VERY REMARKABLE INFANTINE 

EXPOSITION, 

PRESERVATION, 

AND 

EDUCATION, 

BY THE 

MUNIFICENCE 

OF THE QUEENS 

MARY AND ANNE: 

THIS POEM 

IS DEDICATED BY THE 

AUTHOR. 



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THE 

HISTORY 

or THIS 
MRS. EDGGERTON 

Is singular. The following sketch was taken 
from her own mouth by the author. Her mo- 
ther was the daughter of a baronet, and mar- 
ried against her parents approbation to an offi- 
cer, by whom she had ten or twelve children. 
He being obliged to go abroad with his regi- 
ment, his wife and family were left almost de- 
stitute of support, and at the time that the 
wife w T as with child of this Elizabeth. In this 
distressful situation, when she came to be deli- 
vered, she w r as advised by a female friend, living 
about the court, to leave the child on the back 
stairs leading to Queen Mary's apartment, where 
being found, by the Queen's particular order, the 
infant was taken great care of, re-christened, 
brought up with affection, and assigned an income 
out of the privy purse. Queen Anne had great 

regard 



HISTORY OF MRS. EDGGERTOtf. 11 

regard for the royal foundling, and continued her 
on the benevolent list. She became superintend- 
ant, as she grew up, in house matters : and was in 
the same quality useful in many noble families, 
particularly that of the late Duke of Newcastle* 
After a series of years she was noticed by the 
Lady Chapman, and had the management of that 
respectable family for a considerable time. In 
her old age she was very amply and comfortably 
settled in an endowment of the Chapman family 
at Clapton, where she resided many years, ho- 
noured, visited and respected by all the neigh- 
bourhood, for her polite and courtly conversation 
and sprightly wit in repartee. She there died, as 
she had lived, in peace and quietness of mind, and 
it was believed, a perfect virgin. 

She often declared she had had many offers of 
marriage : but as her situation precluded her from 
any of the superior class, so her elevated spirit 
always rejected the addresses, and even the ap- 
proach of a tradesman ; such were her own words. 



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EMMA, 

OR 

THE BACULINIAD, 

A 

COMI-HEROIC POEM, 

IN FIVE CANTOS. 
WITH OTH£R POETICAL STUDIES. 



Py THOMAS POWELL, Esq. 



-O Virgo! 



Cara mihi ante alias: 

y Virgil. 



Teterrima Belli causa. 

Anon. 



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EMMA, 



B ACULINI AD. 



CANTO I. 

IjEAUTY ! (enchantress of the world) I sing. — 
Of every joy and every grief the spring. 
This Cynthio prov'd, yet led by friendly skies 
Steady his course, fair Emma fell his prize. 
Tho' much he suffered from a rival's hate : 
Such was the will of Jove, and such was fate. 
Muse ! thou who know'st the secret springs that 
move : 
Relate the source of hate and source of love. 
Let none suppose his thoughts and acts his own : 
There is that guides the cot, and sways the throne. 

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14 HMM A. 

Of old Olympus brought her pow'rs to sight (1) 
For Greece and Ilium, god and goddess fight: 
Angels, the records say, their minions find : 
Stars in their courses war for human kind. (2) 
No idle torches glitt'ring planets roll : (3) 
They warm, they freeze, incite or check the soul : 
Calm raging bloods, or fire the icy brain ; 
Dull masses else, and a creation vain. 
Say then the source of all the baleful strife : — 
Could beauty taint the cordial balm of life ? (4) 
And Thou, whose course to the clear mind (5) 
sets forth 
An history of Providence on earth : 
Exposed by parents — foster'd by a queen : 
Thro' dangerous youth led safe to age serene : 
Thou, who canst view with temper unsevere 
Entering on life — the tender traveller : 
Doom'd by their youth the chequered road to try, 
In chace of bliss that dances in the eye : 
Lend a kind ear: — if thou approve the rhyme 
Its fame shall live along the tide of time. 
Nymphs yet unborn th' instructive theme shall prize, 
And future youths review with smiling eyes : 

(1) Vide Iliad of Homer. 

(2) Vide Judges, v. 20. The stars fought in their courses 
against Sisera. 

(3) Tot millia Siderum judicas otiosa lucere ! Lipsius. 

(4) Tantsene animis celestibus irae? Virgil, 

(5) Vide History of Mrs. E. in Proema. 

Emma's 



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Emma's fresh cheek in ages hence look gay, 
And Cynthio bloom, tho' marbles fall away. 

Venus and Mars, so astrean couriers tell, (1) 
Erst warm in love, to direst discord fell. 
Fierce jealousy had seiz'd the heavenly fair: 
Some nymph of earth she deem'd engrossed his care. 
(Thus cloy'd of delicacies oft we find, 
To coarsest viands e'en the best inclined.) 
Soon, ah ! too soon, the feud to earth descends, 
Involves in w r oes two heart-engraftecl friends. 
(Friends, who from infancy's first bud had stood 
Like the twinn'd oaks, the glory of the \vood.) 
Emma's young charms were us'd to fan the war. 
Emma the minion of celestial care: 
Emma the envy of the rising fair! 
RuFd was her birth by planetary sign : 
Superior Jove with Venus shone in trine. 
Friendly, that hour shed every valued grace, 
Then strength of mind united charms of face : 
Tho' Venus most her virgin mind supplied 
With love's fine warmth controlled by guardian 

pride. 
For youthful Cynthio she adorned the fair, 
For youthful Cynthio washer equal care. « 

(l) After the manner of the great masters of Parnassus, 
and of the Lyceum, this Poem hath a low and gentle voice 
at its opening, it riseth, as it advancetb, and getteth in its 
progress to a full and a rapid glow. Scriblerus. 

" Gentlest 



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Gentlest of heav'nly guards whose smile is fame, 

Why blush'd fair Emma at young Cynthio's 
name ? 

Why in young Cynhtiq's bosom rose desire? 

Why, (Plutus frowning) sunk the gentle fire? 

Source this of trouble, anguish, and despair, 

Without his favor who durst hope the fair! 

Canker' cl by gold, the sire ador'd that name, 

Virtue and wealth with him were still the same. 
Mars saw, and seeing from his fiery sphere, (1) 

Darts down to earth and stands at Cassio's ear. 

" Awake/' he cries, " awake, brave son of Mars, 

" For wealth renown'd and glory in the wars. 

" See'st thou young Emma fair and worthy Jove ? 

" Advance, proclaim her virgin of thy love. 

" Advance, nor fear a rival's feeble name : 

" What nymph shall long withstand a soldier's 
" claim? 

" Advance, assail her sire's pavilion, bold, 

" Win by thy fame, thy scarlet, and thy gold." 
He said. The youth perceives the power di- 
vine, 

For round the dome ten-thousand glories shine. 

" And must I wound young Cynthio/' he re- 
"jcin'd, 

u And give my long lov'd friendship to the wind ? 

(1) Homer. 

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CANTO I. 17 

" ForCYNTHio loves the maid, and such a deed \ 

" Would, and with justice, deepest hatred breed, f 

u And could his friend behold that honest bosom L 

" bleed }" ) 

The pow'r returns: u Hah! dost thou thus receive 
" What all the Gods in holy synod give ? 
" A nymph endowed with every charm to move, 
" E'en the old age, with fiercest warmth of love ? 
" Hence, then, since thus our labours are appaid, 
" Another youth shall clasp the lovely maid, 
<f ~That matchless bloom to Cynthio ever lost, 
" By folly thine shall be a foreign boast/ 7 

" Is it e'en so/ 7 the startled youth replies, 
" Lost to my Cynthio is that lovely prize ? 
u _ Then by my sword, whose steady edge repelled 
*" The gallic pest at Minden's well fought field; 
" No other youth shall e'er possess the fair 
" Long as T breathe this all embracing air: 
" Long as these skies their azure carpets spread, 
" Long as our nymphs delight in martial red. 
" In curs' d suspence no more shall Cassio stand, 
" Emma I claim, 'tis Mars that gives command/ 7 

" Enough, enough/ 7 the foe of mortals cries, 
And swift, high blazing, shoots into the skies. 
The youth beholds his progress through the air, 
With eye devout reveres the ruddy star. 
Whilst as it mov 7 d a noxious beam was wrought, 
Which purg'd his heart of every friendly thought. 

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18 EMMA. 

No longer prizM is Cyntiiio's long-lov'd name, 
Secret he meditates t' overthrow his claim, 
For love, alas ! is a consuming flame. 

Now morn had with her saffron robe array' d 
The passive east, and chae'd the nightly shade. 
And gorgeous Phoebus o'er the hills began 
To peer on earth and wake the woods and man. 
In Morpheus' arms young Cassio meets his sight, 
Sunk by th' oppressive vision of the night. 
His bow he bends, th' electric arrow flies, 
Swift as a thought, and sinks into his eyes. 
The wounded nerves confess unusual pain, 
And the fring'd curtains close to sleep again. 
Belligerent Mars, who still his soul surveyed, 
Forbids the dream, and drives him from the bed. 
Unwilling thence his drowsy form he rears, 
He strikes the bell and Regnier strait appears. 
REGNIER his life in mountain frosts had led, 
Where hungry Switzers live who fight for bread. 
Tall was his stature, lean his swarthy face, 
Obsequious wight! correct in time and place. 
No wizard fierce whom Belzebub enlights, 
O'er human heads e'er work'd such magic slights. 
His fertile brain of thousand projects full, 
Ten thousand ways transmogrified one scull. (1) 
Him Cassio found as o'er the world he flew: 
A slave he found him, but he found him true. 

(1) Mot de Neograplie. 

High 



C A N T O I. 19 

High in his hand the night gown he displays, 
And, widely yawning, all the field surveys. 
To the tall pier he wends with little strength, 
So Eve rejoic'd to view herself at length. 
So every Belle contemplates every grace, 
Her bosom's wonder and th' enchanting face. 
There the fierce hero, slim and debonair, 
Adjusts his form for conquest of the fair. 
Studies the feature in a strict survey, 
Elects the teint and powder of the day. (1) 
•With critic's skill decides for every part, 
And smiles, and frowns, and swears by rules of art. 
Conscious of opiates and the Naples dews : 
The dentifrice (Ruspini's care) reviews. 
Now the soft hands in tepid wash delight, 
Mother of down, of delicate, of white. 
At length the last great labor is on hand, 
The altar dress'd, the wizard takes his stand : 
MarshalFd there all to warriors that belong, 
Gifts of th' Italian, French, and Indian throng, 
Oyls, unguents, Ovid, ode, and am'rous song. 
Th' enchantment works, the passive chief is bound: 
Solemn and still the magus conjures round. 
The lawless chaos feels the plastic cause, 
As matter erst obey'd great nature's laws. 



(l) Vide Essay on pomades des anges, and perfumes, &c. 
for the army, by General Bombardini. 16th Edition. 

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20 E M M A. 

Soon double wings their hairy plumage spread: (1) 
And Cassio vies with Hermes in the head. 

Time's herald now twice two began to chime: 
But beaux and belles see not the foot of Time. 
So laurel'd bards wrapped up in transports great, 
Neglect the hours and oft forget to eat. 
The loaded puff (dread engine !)/gan to play, 
In the thick cloud both heroes sunk away. 
So antient chiefs in tumult of the fight 
In dusty whirlwinds vanish from the sight. 
Before the gate rattles the chariot gay, 
Light he leaps in, and thunders on his way. 

Meanwhile Olympus' radiant gates unfold. 
Enveloped deep in sable clouds and gold. 
Leaving their spheres, the planetary train, 
In synod lofty, croud th' extended plain. 
Each pow'r ascends his far resplendent throne : 
When thus the queen, who charms the world, begun, 
" Is it for nought these fifteen circling years 
" I've guarded Emma with a mother's cares, 
" Watch'd every budding of the infant soul, 
" Informed the tongue and taught the eye to roll ? 
" Me .soon she knew, to me address'd the prayer, 
a And what she ask'd I granted, to be fair. 
" The tender feature was my dear delight, 
" I nurs'd by day and shielded it by night. 
" No baleful wind upon her dar'd to blow : 
" No Sun too radiant and no fairy foe. 

" Tall, 
(1) Anno 1787. . v 



C A N T O I. 21 

*f Tall, like the lily from its humble bed, 

44 Majestic rose her love-commanding head. 

" Then on her soul I shed the soft desire : 

" The winning smile, the sympathetic fire. 

" A thousand youths their am'rous vows impart: 

" But Cynthio was th' elected of her heart. 

" For Emma mindful of my guiding voice 

" As I inspired still inclin'd her choice, 

" Him, Plutus, dirty God, whom men revere, 

" Neglects, for Cynthio burns no incense there. 

u Mars, thence to work your Venus fell despite, 

" Leads Cassio in to seize on Cynthio's right. 

" Cassio I hate, for Mars his patron stands, 

" With perjur'd frontlet and blood-reeking hands. 

" Rulers of all, avenge me in my cause, 

" Ah let injustice feel your righteous laws; 

" If Venus e'er was lov'd afford your aid, 

H Relieve my youth, and bless my blooming maid. 

She wept. When Mars contemptuous thus 

broke forth : 
" Cassio's the man of military worth. 
u I taught his heart to love the pomp of war, 
" Drums, trumpets, cannon, scarlet, and the fair. 
" To such as he are due the brightest charms, 
** And Emma must be given to his arms. 
" Let then the Cyprian Queen for Cynthio find, 
li Some meaner nymph in figure and in mind/' 

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fg EMMA. 

To greatest height the feud sublime had grown, 
When Jove shone forth, and quell'd it from his 

throne. 
" Detested pow'r, whom Gods and men abhor, 
" Planet of discord and the woes of war. 
u Learn to be just, lest fiery vollies fly, 
" And hurl thee blazing to the nether Sky. (1) 
" Thrice wert thou bound by George and my 

" decree, (2) 
" Then hadst thou died till Lewis set thee free. 
" Like a vile rat in secret gnaw'd the chain : 
" Traitor to faith, and thou reviv'dst again. 
" Hence, know thy bounds, and as we bid thee, 

:- move, 
" Ungracious power of the fields above. 
" The bitter medicine for rebellious man, 
" When gentler means to draw him home are vain. 

" But thou, bright happiness of earth's abodes, 
" Daughter of Heaven and the love of Gods : 
" Resume thy smile, fear not our just decree, 
" To Jove is Emma dearer than to thee. 
" Go thou to earth and watch the blooming fair, 
" And give up wan anxiety to air." 

He said : and each unto his Star retires, 
Tho' mortals view'd not then the glowing fires. 



(1) Vide Descartes on Comets. 

(2) Breach of Treaty, Anno Domini 

Venus 



C A N T O I, 23 

Venus ascends her light pellucid car : 
Her doves extend their little wings in air. 
Around her Zephyrus sweet-scented flies, 
And the gay nymph that binds the wat' ry Skies. 
Swift as the shepherd darts his visual beam (1) 
From mountain's top to earth and sea's extreme; 
The feath'ry coursers skim the liquid way, 
To th' eye a Meteor in the spring of day. 
Chrysetto's dome far off was quickly seen, 
An antient castle bosom' d up in green. 
There soon she lights, the silvery car on high, 
The feather' d racers bear along the Sky. 

And now the Goddess masks her lovely face, 
Veils every feature, shades each heav'nly grace, 
Large wrinkles rise, and snowy hairs thin spread, 
Scarce cover now her palsy-shaking head. 
Totfring she moves, a knotty staff supports 
Her feeble steps to Chryset's wealthy courts. 

So Heaven-born Pallas all her charms ar- 
rayed, (2) 
Alas, too fatal to the Lydian maid ! 
Proud of her art, the Goddess she defied, 
A spider's form corrects her stubborn pride. 

Close bound by toil her Emma soon she found, 
The well touched works of industry hung round. 



(1) Vide Homer. 

(2) Ovid's Metamorphosis, History of Araclme\ 

Here 



24 E M M A. 

Here artful tints which Goddesses might boast ; 
There flowers and fruits which many an hour had 

cost. 
Woods, fields, and falling floods in order stand : 
Heroes, and Gods, the wonders of her hand. 
And now her dext'rous fingers toil'd to prove, 
In tapestry the excellence of love. 
In mohair billow's PIellespont was roll'd : 
There young Leander beats th' opposing gold. 
A silver Moon walk'd thro' an azure Sky : 
And anxious Hero's watch-tow'r blaz'd on high. 
Nor was the web not chosen with intent: 
Each thread convey'd instructive sentiment. 
Cynthio might thence th' eternal maxim prove, 
" No sires, no oceans should be bars to love." 

Soon as the nymph beheld her long lov'd face, 
She ran and clasp'd herjn a fond embrace. 
Then plae'd aside her on the rich settee : 
For much she honoured " old Euryphile." 

When thus began Jove's daughter in disguise: 
" Emma, thy labors charm both earth and skies. 
" And happy thou that canst the hours employ, 
" And reap from industry an heart- felt joy. 
' i Few nymphs like thee would condescend to guide 
" The needle's path, the housewife's honest pride: 
" So may the Gods who view thy virtuous art, 
" Give thee in time the Cynthio of thy heart. 

A t C ynthio's name her cheek with beauty glows, 
Like the first blushes of the opening rose. 

" Well 



C A N T O I. 25 

*5 Well does it suit, dear nurse/' replies the maid, 
" To pass the morning in the housewife's trade. 
" E'en this thyself with many toilsome cares, 
li Didst teach thy Emma in her tender years: 
" And us'd her then the fleeting hours to stay, 
" Nor give to idleness the golden day." 

" —True, — true, my bird, I taught those 
" thoughts to roll: ,• 
" Virtue's best guards and riches of the soul. 
" Wisdom I gave thee, which the Gods adore, 
" And industry- the jewel of thy dow'r. 
" E'en now it fills my heart with joys divine 
" To see my Emma every nymph outshine: 
" To see the crouds of am'rous youths appear, 
V Courting thy beauty like the morning Star. 
" Ah, there be wise, nor let thy spotless mind 
" Be won by gold, the bane of womankind. 
" Shun outward pomp, despise the blushless face, 
u The gay assurance, and the martial grace. 
" Soldiers are but the pageants of the day: 
" They catch the eye, the silly are their prey. 
" Wouldst thou the height of earthly blessings 

" prove? 
" On worthy Cynthio center all thy love. 
" x\nd trust me, dearest, these discerning eyes, 
u Of fourscore years have seen the falls and rise, 
" Thence well I know, true bliss can never stand, 
£t If the heart goes not with the yielding hand. 

b ' " View 



16 E M M A. 

" View well his heart, with generous impulse full, 
" He doats on thee, the jewel of his soul. 
" Whilst gay in youth, mean minds may love prefer, 
" Cynthio shall love when age shall blanch thy 

" hair. 
" Fix then on Cynthio, fix on him thy soul, 
" Nor dread old Ocean's storm or thunder's roll." 
" Ah, cease Euryphil," Emma straight re- 
turns, 
" Nor fan a flame which now too fervid burns* 
" Shall I reveal the secret of my heart ?— 
" Cynthio lives here — tho' close concealed by art. 
" His is the graceful mien, the soul sincere, (1) 
" The peaceful wisdom, and the truth severe. 
" Winning his ways, of sweet and courteous kind, 
" Friend sans disguise, and honor of his kind. 
" At his approach what soft delights I prove ! 
ei Each inborn tumult witnesses — I love. 
" Yet hope stands checked, were Plutus but his 

" friend! 
il Bars would remove, distress and anguish end. 
u Pity kind Heav'ns! ah! there be shewn your powY, 
ei Join heart to heart, and Emma asks no more." 
She spake, and blushing, hides her heav'nly 
charms 
In dear Euryphii/s ever-loving arms; 

(1) Tantum egregio decus enitet ore. 

Virgil. 

" Witk 



CANTO X 27 

With chearful words she bids her hopes to rise. 
And points again the lightening of her eyes. 
" Be firm/' she cries, "Love steady and sincere, 
" O'er rocks shall lead thee safe, and forests dreary 
u Be firm, and Heaven shall give into thy arms 
" Thy heart's best wish, this youth of heav'nly 
" charms." 
No more she said, but sudden from her sight 
Vanish'd, — too like a vision of the night : 
Thro' Heav'ns sublime was drawn a radiant line 
Which Emma saw, and knew the pow'r divine. 



END OF THE FIRST CANTO. 



B 2 CANTO 



CANTO II. 



IVIeanwhile before him Rumour fills the road: 
And now had pierc'd Chrysetto's green abode. 
Her mighty form, which not the Heavens con* 

tain, (1) 
Contracts and shrivels to an aged swain. 
Mildmay his name, who the whiteheads had seen 
Of fourscore winters and their summers green. 
Him Chryset lov'cl, and with a friendly air 
Stalks forth to meet upon the gay parterre. 
Then courteous leads him to the rich alcove, 
Aside the sable flood and verdant grove. 
" Say then/' with gentle smiles and friendship's 

glow, ' 
" My friend/' he cries, " to what all this I owe ? 
" Sure something brilliant in thy bosom plays, 
" Bank Stock is risen; perhaps the Navy pays. 



(1) — " Non aliud velocius ullum 

" Mobilitate viget. Viresque acquiriteundo. 

" Parva metuprimo: mox sese attollit in auras. 

" Ingre'diturque solo, et caput inter nubila condit." 

Virgil. 

" Pish, 



C A N T O II. 29 

" Pish ! pish !" he cries, " no, never, with a sigh ; 
" Heaven opes to Saints, to *** the treasury. (1) 
" Yet my heart leaps, the Gods are not denied, 
" The Sun soon sees your Emma in the bride. 
" Cassio the wealthy, by her beauty won, 
" Aspires to call that mine of charms his own. 
" Lo, at the castle's gate the chief's at hand: 
" Great as his passion, — large be thy demand." 

Joy stops the parent's voice. — In tone uneven, 
" How true are dreams/' he cries, " they come 

" of Heaven. 
" Ere dawn'd this morning's light methought I stood 
" On the green border of the billowy flood. 
" And lo, a dove in silver plumage bright, 
" High in the clouds pursued its circling flight*. 
" When from the ocean rose a form of state, 
" Swift took my bird a flight precipitate, 
46 The tenderest words, a subtle lure, he threw, 
" She stoop'd her course averse, and kindly flew: 
14 Instant a billow roll'd with thund'ring roar, 
41 All all was gone, — I try'd, — but slept no more." 

He said : when lo, before the walls appears 
The splendid cause of Cynthio's bitter tears. 
In conclave close the heroes soon engage: 
Unequal match ! warm youth and crafty age. 



(1) To the honour of government this mode of partiality 
is changed, and plunder prevented. 

b 3 Av'rice 



30 £ M M A, 

Av'rice and lust swift settled the debate i 
Emma, fair lamb! was sacrific'd to state. 
Thrice happy maid approved of supreme Jove 3 
" He blew his breath" what Heaven ordains is 

love. (1) 
Remote the busy charmer in her bov/r 
In silent meditation pass'd the hour, 
Cynthio's dear charms on memory's surface fall, 
Thought follows thought and Hope the gem of alL 
In flattering tints his manly acts appear 
The tenderest, sweetest, wisest, most sincere; 
Tho' fancy, brilliant artist of the heart, 
FaiFd to depict the half of high desert. 
When blooming Helen to her mistress flies, 
Smiles in her face, and mischief in her eyes. 
" Strange ! strange!" she cries, " sequestered here 

u to breathe, 
" When wealth and youth assail one's sire beneath* 
c< I heard, — I heard the warmest raptures move, 
" All Heav'n and earth he calPd to witness love* 
'" Glowing his suit, Chrysetto much oppressed :— «* 
" But soon came forth the words which made him 

" bless'd: 
u What now remains, but thou must yield thy 

" charms, 
u So 'tis agreed, and fly into his arms/' 



(1) Affiavit Dens et dissipantur. 

She 



C A N T O It M 

She heard, and cast her hands and eyes above. 
** Do ye at last, kind Gods, my prayers approve ? 
f* Do ye relent, shall Emma now be bless'd? 
" Shall Emma clasp the charmer of her breast? 
" Come then, my Cynthio, come, approach and 

" find 
w An heart and hand for thee long since designed." 

" Talk not of Cynthio," Helen cries, "for he 
" Must die, — no Cynthio e'er must boast of thee. 
" Cassio the wealthy, thunderbolt of war ! 
iC Turns hope to fume, for wealth is parent's law.— 
" Nay,— let not frowns that lovely face deform, 
#l A soldier! — such as might a beldame warm! 
" O would to God such happiness were mine ! 
" For him ten. thousand Cynthios Ed resign ; 
" And trust me, dear, when once thou art his bride 
** Thou'lt think so too, and hate all men beside, 
u Haste then to dress, such is thy father's call, 
" This night young Cassio leads thee to the ball/' 

She heard displeased, and in her troubled soul 
Ten thousand thoughts discordant 'gan to roll, 
Her sire she fear'd, yet could not be resigned, 
For Cynthio held the fortress of her mind. 
Now fierce resolves her gentle bosom sway, 
T' attend the youth, or Chryset disobey, 
When sudden to her aid Minerva came, (1) 
Alone confess- d unto the sparkling dame. 

(1) 3xSi fr'.'A&nwi 

Ovpavfosv. OMH. IAI. A. 

b 4 Such 



32 E M M A. 

' Such was her form, so sings the poet's lyre> 

A maid in arms, and habited in fire. 

" And what/' she cries, " disturbs my Emma's 

" breast? 
" Fear nought, but go, obey thy sire's behest: 
" Resume thy smiles, be open, yet with art, 
" Conceal thy thoughts, and act a double part. 
" This night let Cassio to the ball attend, 
" Content the sire, nor disoblige the friend : 
" There will thy Cynthio be, and thou shalt find, 
" To sooth his fears and open all thy mind/' 

The nymph obeys the mandate of the Skies, 
And blooming Helen to the toilet flies. — 

Sacred recess! no male contaminates: 
No Jesuit Switzer, pride of virtue hates. 
But fair Good Sense, with genuine Grace drew 

near, 
And Elegance, proud daughter of the sphere: 
Gay Fancy — Goddess of the lunar globe, 
Adjusts the tress, and swells the flowing robe} 
Happiest of aids ! the genial sisters join : 
She who was charming, now grows all divine : 
Ten thousand Loves the milky bosom bare, 
Ten thousand Cupids hide in every hair : 
Easy in motion, like the Paphian Queen, 
She glides the Goddess of the sylvan scene. 
Her snowy arms the gorgeous bracelets grace, 
Monarchs might sigh to feel their soft embrace. 

Whilst 



CANTO II. 35 

Whilst high in front thick set Egretta flames, 
Like fierce Orion's tempest-brewing beams : 
Which Jove in wrath lights up amid the skies 
To punish man for slighted sacrifice. 
The baleful constellation clouds deform, 
Black Boreas roars, old Ocean heaves in storm ; 
Deep in the wat'ry waste the seaman hears 
The howling winds, and pours to Heav'n his prayers. 

The Sun now hov'ring in the western bay 
Shoots o'er the fields an horizontal ray. 
And now for war the busy world prepares : 
And now fair Emma breathes her secret prayers. 

" O Hymen, giver of each dear delight, 
" Our dream by day, our vision of the night: 
" Thou know'st our sex just scap'd the nurse's arms, 
" Prompted by thee, consider all their charms. 
" By nature taught, love moves in every vein, 
" Our bosoms flutter at th' approach of Man ; 
" For him we sacrifice each hour of ease, 
" Give days, months, years, to perfect arts that 

" please. 
" Tireless our thoughts to add new grace to grace, 
" Enrich the mind, but most enchant the face. 
" At play, at ball, our wishes stand confest, 
" At church for him our orisons are address'd. 
" Man ! charming Man ! our guardian and our 

" guide, 
" Our health, our wealth, our pleasure and our 
" pride. 

bo " God 



34 E M M A. 

" God of the flaming torch, in pity hear, 

to Be — be propitious to a maiden's prayer : 

u O grant these eyes some new bewitching fire : 

u With brighter smiles these dimpling cheeks in- 

" spire : 
tc Instruct this tongue in eloquence to roll, 
" Forceful as music on my Cynthio's soul : 
" Lend the new grace, the winning charm impart, 
" Fast let me bind that fond, that amorous heart: 
" There every phantom thou dissolve in air, 
ei Of rival, father, doubt, distrust, or fear : 
" Seize this warm yielding hand, — grant swift de- 

" cree, 
11 Dangers I slight,.-- -e'en death itself for thee. 
" God of my heart ! in happy bondage join ! 
K Freedom of joys extatic and divine ! 
" Nor thou rebate these love-inspiring charms, 
u But let him ever know his Heaven is in my 

" arms." 
Thus pray'd the nymph, and Hymen heard her 

prayer, 
And lent a livelier grace and a diviner air. 



END OF THE SECOND CANTO, 



CANTO III. 



Jjut youthful Cynthio movM by springs of love, 

Since noon had wander'd listless in the grove, 

In meditation given his thoughts to roll, 

And mus'd upon this idol of his soul. 

Hope and Despair by turns his mind possess, 

Her smiles now chear him, now her frowns distress : 

The hateful image of her sire appears : 

Some rival now an air of triumph wears. 

Now to high Heaven he casts a trembling eye : 

Now flx'd on earth, deep sigh succeeds to sigh. 

Now all in rage he stamps the hollow ground : 

Now weeps, now reasons with the wild woods round. 

" Why, why was beauty let to range below ? 

" Why was man curs'cl with that supremest woe ? 

" Why were our hearts not form'd of rigid stone, 

" Senseless of charms, self-perfect, all in one? 

" Alas! to bear love's never dying fires, 

" And live the sport of fears and fond desires : 

B 6 " Is 



36 E M M A. 

" Is this not what apostate Angels feel ? 
" Tantal's dread curse, Ixion's tort'ring wheel t 
" Dear, cursed day, that Emma's modest smiles, 
" Caught my fond heart and bound in silken toils. 
" Free as the bee, in pleasures passed my hours, 
" And fix'd by none, I sipp'd all beauty's flow'rs. 
u Till that fine form like an enchantment wrought, 
" In tenfold chains I found my heart was caught. 
" Pleas'd with the toils, I felt not lost repose, 
" I hugg'd my fetters, nor discern'd them woes. 
" The wide world's pleasures in my sight grew poor ; 
" My wealth was now fair Emma to adore.™ 
" O ill-starr'd girl ! dear source of all my pain !" — 
A voice replies, " dar'st thou of her complain? 
" Gentlest of beings She; — what spake her eyes? 
" Those flatt'ring couriers of dear sympathies. 
" Think, and be firm, go, every danger dare; *\ 
" If foes confront, wage thou the glorious war: f 
" Dreadnought ! — ^but be her charms thy C 
H polar Star." J 

He said : and looking round beheld he stood 
On the green margin of a winding flood; 
Which from a spring of chrystal clear began, 
And in its pebbled bed melodious ran. 
Beneath an oak whose roots peep'd o'er the deep, 
In thought compos'd he fell to pleasing sleep. 
And lo a lofty temple struck his eye : 
A peristyle of Attic masonry. 

There 



CANTO III. 37 

There crouds of florid youths and nymphs drew 

near, 
Like the gay people of the purple sphere. 
Sudden the trumpet raised its martial sound : 
In sprightly dance they lightly beat the ground. 
A female form outshining all the rest 
Arose far blooming in a flowing vest : 
Suppliant around the visionary fair, 
A thousand youths with courteous smiles ap- 
pear : 
He too approached, and as he nearer drew, 
The beauteous face of Emma struck his view. 
She saw in turn, a sudden blush o'erspread 
Her cheek, and like a flower she hung her head. 
Her hand he seiz'd upon his bended knee, 
And led her forth in beauty's majesty. 
A gorgeous knight came forth upon the plain: 
They menaced, fought, but soon the knight was 

slain. 
With gen'rous grief he mourns his rival dead, 
YVhen-CASsio's face he spies, the roses fled. 
Friend! rival! slain! — he pours a flood of tears^ 
Laments the cause, and curses all his stars. 
Cassio he calls to all the forests round : 
Cassio the woods and hollow dells resound. 
Soon the scene melted in the flying airs: 
In joy he wakes, and for the ball prepares. 

Say 



3$ £ M.M-.A. 

Say Goddess, seated on the rolling sphere, (1) 
Whose piercing eyes see all things as they are, 
Whilst we poor mortals led by flying fame, 
Oft fail fair truth and sail a lying stream. 
Oh say what beauties fond of pow'r and dress, 
What beaux in wait those beauties to possess, 
That night from regions near and distant meet, 
To grace the ball with music-moving feet. 
To count them all, bright looks and rich attire, 
Alcozan strength demands, and Sappho's lyre. 
Muse! thou consent, thy great assistance bring: 
Their chiefs, their numbers, and their charm? 
I sing. 

Majestic Hilsborough led the sparkling van.; 
With Buckleigh stately in her Grecian train. 
Slim Hylas this supports with tender care : 
That tall Narcissus with well essenc'd hair. 
Next these, with maiden step and modest grace, 
Culworth soft empress of a snowy face : 
Her bright-ey'd sisters swept behind the way : 
Maria serious, Harriet the gay. 



(1) " Dicite nunc mini Musae celestibus Domos habentes, 
" Vos enim Dese estis, adestis scitisque omnia 
" Nos autem famam solum audimus neque quidquam scimus." 

Bapsodia B. 

To avoid the charge of pedantry, we omit the original 
Greek, and give the Latin translation verbatim, as we con- 
ceive that three fourths of our readers may understand the 
one and but few the other. 

Two 



CANTO III. 39 

Two youths attend, each owns a brother's name; 

And Florus sighing for the elder dame. 

All these the silvery Avon issues forth : 

Avon whose shores were bless'd with Shake* 

spear's birth. 
Avon whose stream like old Ilyssus clear, 
Like that shall shine dramatic heroes care. 

To these succeed the loveliest of her kind ; 
Wansborough far noted for well tempered mind. 
In beauty's van the nymph was not beheld : 
Nature had plac'd her in a middle field. 
Yet round her flew the Graces and the Loves, 
And in her gait at least a Goddess moves. 
From Sarum's well grac'd town the virgin came: 
Sarum whose spire is known by flying fame. (1) 

In bright array the slim Panopea shone: 
To each one's merit privy but her own. 
Ti-iesbia and Arria, nymphs whose shewy charms 
Had set the clerks of Astrop up in arms. (2) 
Plissa the sprightly, Araxford the proud, 
Celia the silent, Thorn bury the loud. 
From Aust's high cliffs that view Sabrina's floods, 
And Berkely rising from delicious woods, (3) 

These 

(1) Vide Price's Survey. 

(2) Vide the Amusements of Astrop, by the learned 
ST. W. A. N. S. H. and D. D. of Oxford. 

(3) Anecdote — Earl Goodwin to get possession of this 
beautiful religious seat, introduced his nephew into the con- 
vent. He was a very handsome youth, and of so pleasing an 
address, that he found means to win the affections not only of 

the 



40 EM M A. 

These nymphs were sprung : seven beaux in order 

stand, 
In silken jackets trimm'd, a splendid band. 
Cackling they came along the dusky shore, (1) 
In three barouches, and a coach and four. 

Next these Chrysilla, rich by hand of art, 
Whose well-aim' d glances won Ashburnham's 

heart; 
Moves like a flower, Zepiiiretta's care, 
Smooth in her gait, and easy in her air. 
The smiles and graces on her beauty play'd • 
Abroad an Angel, but at home a jade. 
Sent from the fields where silver Lea is roll'd, 
And views her fields thick clad in waving gold. 

Gatten appears with gorgeous trappings spread: 
Flow'rs, wings, and castles nod upon her head. 
Long had she practised arts to win the soul ; 
BarM the white bosom, taught the eye to roll. 
Yet once resistless was her artless bloom, 
No rose emitted such a rich perfume : 
Till fond of praise she strove t'excel the grace, 
That flushes in the rural virgin's face : 
Ambitious maid ! how vain is art to give 
Hues which in Flora's cheek can scarcely live ! 

the holy sisters but of the lady abbess herself. Of this the 
traiterous earl avaiied himself, and by representing at court 
their irregularities, got possession of their lands, 
(l) KXct,yyn$GV. — Homer. 

Th' 



,;l 



CANTO III. 41 

Th* avenging Gods to check the daring pride, 
A sallow courtly countenance supplied : 
With thee no more the rose of Sharon blooms. 
And Nature sickens at the bought perfumes. 

Thou nextj my Lucy, in thy flaxen hair, 
Came on with winning smiles and genuine air: 
Self-taught in female dignity and grace, 
Of manly sense beyond the female race : 
Thy manners mild, and unimpeach'd thy face. 
There too thy Sophy of congenial mind; 
Born to charm all, yet tantalise mankind. 
Hail, matchless maids ! unlike the common tide : 
With wit good humoured, and polite with pride. 

Rich tower' d Isis where Minerva dwells, 
In antient groves and antiquated cells, 
Sends thee, gay Sappho, to the sprightly dance; 
With well taught eyes and classic elegance. 
SkilFd in the arts polemic as of song : 
A winning smile and a seductive tongue. 
Equal to all, or law, or attic store : 
Zoology was chief and Linnean lore. 
Nice sexual systems 'twas thy pride t'embrace : 
DaPvWin's chaste loves with Darwin's Jesuit's 
face. (1) 

In 

(1) Vide Darwin's Loves of the Plants, a poem, on which 
the following lines were written : 

" The chastest virgins erst they grew, 
" But Darwjn came,— their virtue flew. 

« Say 



m E M M A. 

In vain the square capp'd youth the contest tries '; 
The youth that conquers is the youth that flies. 
For who escapes the Demosthenean stream, 
Scapes not, alas ! that eye's resistless flame. 
What armour guards the heart from tumult's glow, 
When naked bosoms all their treasures shew : 
Pontiffs and kings might melt at such dear charms, 
And die to grasp such globes within their arms* 

Laura appears with frank and easy eye : 
Such— beauty > sense, and gracefulness supply. 
Ever at koine in elegance enshrin'd ; 
She boasts that gem, an highly cultured mind. 
From Windsor's towers th' accomplished virgin 

came: 
Th' inspiring Muse of Eton's, classic stream. 

Rhetia succeeds, ambitious of command; 
In making tea none shew'd a whiter hand. 
Theisba next with an expressive mien, 
Exalted swims a Goddess or a Queen. 
Kent boasts her birth, where Se'enoak is beheld, 
The silver flood and green enamell'd field. 



" Say Phcebus, couldst thou lend thy flame 

( ' To spoil thy children's honest fame ? 

(t No ; 'twas a Satyr stole thy fire ! 

" A Thyad's lust attun'd his lyre. 

" Pollution comes of every slave : 

« E'en Dian's self no Gods can#ave." 



By 



CANTO IIL 43 

By her blue eye and easy moving pride, 
Bewdly was won and made the fair his bride. 
Nine tinies the nymph had call'd Lucina's aid; 
A manly boy and sparkling girl she led. 

With her Count Rogers' smiling eyes were seen; 
Protuberance vast, and plump two staged chin, 
Potations, pottle deep, swelFd his renown: 
Lords names he had familiar as his own. 
Fond to harangue, great Gods ! the council stare ; 
Yet Mansfield laughs delighted at the Bear, 
Great was his use and uncontrouFd his sway, 
O'er all presiding in the oddest way. 

NiEViA came next, — soft mincing was her 
tread ; 
The nymph was conscious of her rich brocade, 
And oft she turn'd and oft she toss'd her head. 
The loves and muses in her bosom meet: 
Not young, yet rampant, tho' not learn'd, a Wit* 
On every knight's broad back she rides along, 
And pesters all incontinent with song. 

Acteon follows, bold in every chace : 
A boisterous cub, the roughest of his race. 
To curb the courser in his full career, 
The fox unearth and drive the foamy deer; 
That is thy sphere, Acteon, that thy claim, 
No other portal thee emits to fame. 
The rural boor the woeful beau assumes : 
Ranif with the aromatic of perfumes. 

Suspend, 



\ 



44 EMM A* 

Suspend, bold youth, one night thy coarse bull roar, 
And be for once what ne'er thou wast before ; 
Nor prove the theorem of learned class : 
" Beauty oft turns vain Man into an ass." 

Yet who is he whose pertly smirking face 
From powder' d curls assumes redoubted grace! 
Sir Froth behold : high arbiter of dance, 
The travelFd bug of Italy and France* 
Of Alp and Apennine he somewhat knew: 
Picture his fort, and poisons not a few. 
Gallic his garb, castrato was his voice ; 
Tall Chloe was the little hero's choice. 
With opera step he leads the lofty fair, 
And stands on tiptoe still to ply her ear. 

Collies advances with nonchalant jet, 
And humming loud a tender canzonet. (1) 
A beau in years, gay, blooming, evergreen ; 
Georgii Prim, his sprightly youth had seen. 
Fair on his shoulders falls a mass of wig : 
Copious — the heads of forty beaux to rig. 
Beaux such as live in this degenerate age, 
Vain sapless fops, the sex's sport and rage. 
With pleasing jests he laughs with every fair, 
And wields his snuff-box with unequall'd air. 
With him young Cynthio's royal form appears: 
Antonio too, his friend and match in years. 



(1) Bell Idol del mio aifanno. 

Vide Metast. 



Sans 



CANTO III. 45 

Sans mark or likelyhood an host succeeds ; 
Nymphs of light heels and youths of lighter heads. 
Soon all subside, as atoms find their place : 
When like the Sun now dawn'd fair Emma's face, 
All rise, all silent gaze ; with easy feet 
Self-flatter' d Cassio leads her to her seat. 
Then trembled Cynthio in the fit of fear: 
Behold the visionary spectre near. 
" Gods, Gods \" he cries, " fond foolish heart to 

" deem, 
" That woman's soul is firm in the extreme. 
" Man is a fool, they're lighter than the wind; 
u To the new breeze thou seest she is resigned." 

" Blame not thy Fair," Antonio swift replies, 
" But blame thyself, mad youth of jealous eyes. 
" Observe her well, tho' sprightly as at ease, 
" She sees, but dare not look at what she sees." 
Scarce had he said when Emma's stealthy sight 
Met her dear Cyntiiio's in a flash of light. 
To earth he bows, the nymph with matchless grace 
Returns the bow, deep blushes spread her face. 
Swift then tied hope in Cassio's blasted air, 
And every laurel faded in despair. 

With horns and viols now the domes rebound : 
Martini's minuet spreads its glorious sound. 
Collies springs forth, and with a janty air 
Conducts thee, Lucy, into the parterre. 

How 



46 E M M *A. 

How bright thy smiles as the old beau commends ; 
Nor youth nor sprightly maid his wit offends. 
Now fairest charms in fairest light are seen : 
High female dignity in face serene. 
Soft play the viols, soft the trumpets blow; 
Smooth swims the nymph majestically slow. 
Cease, O ye bards! no more Camilla boast £ 
No more the virgin of Phceacia's coast. 
Where find the eye that speaks the virtuous soul*: 
Vice shrinks abash' d and feels the proud controul* 

Cynthio, to thee now yields Sophia's hand* 
Envied by each saltator of the band. 
Ah ! had not Emma then thy heart possest, 
That heart had now been robb'd of golden rest? 
A conqueror wide she floats sublime along ; 
Prais'd, honoured, envied by the female throng. 
To crown the fortune of the doubtful day, 
Now beauteous Emma falls thy lawful prey. 
Say, Muse, what motions in her bosom rise, 
"What change of cheek, what cowardice of eyes I 
Scarce on the youth dar'd she direct their light, 
Scarce stand that awful all-concenter'd sight. 
But friendly Pallas ever was her aid ; 
Or love had sunk with all-o'erpowering dread. 
But soon arose new fortitude of soul : 
Soon beauty's terrors 'gan again to roll. 
All — all herself majestic yet benign, 
Her form august, her countenance divine : 

Grace 



CANTO III, 47 

Grace mark'd each step, the loves in circles play. 
And in her smile e'en envy died away. 

So on the flood the beauteous frigate saiis> 
In flowing pride, fann'd on by am'rous gales ; 
The petty traders curtsy to her state, 
And the green Nereids on the pageant wait. 

Kilsmore then claimed fair Wansbro's queen 
like hand : 
Laura, couldst thou young Damon's suit with* 

stand ? 
Each youth in order rose to grace the night, 
And every nymph displayed the vast delight. 
Not greater bliss the murdering hero knows^ 
Drawn in full triumph at the public shews. 
Not greater bliss the cloister'd vestal boasts, 
In vision rapt'rous of the heav'nly hosts, 
Than every beauty felt within her rise r 
And every beau who lives on beauty's eyes. 

But Cassio sweird with pent-up thoughts op- 
prest, 
3eeks to select young Cynthio — foe confest : 
Hot rage illuminates his pale-struck cheek ; 
So looks fierce iEtna ere convulsions break. 

Then thus in wrath : " pretensions here resign, 
u By Chryset's will I call this fair-one mine: 
" Hence, cease thy ways to turn her duteous love, 
*' For know, by fiends below, and Gods above, 
" If still thou orFrest love, woe to thy state, 
fi This sword, or that, shall soon decide our fate." 

Cynthio 



48 EM M A. 

Cynthio surveys him : " Cassio, must we prove 
u Friendship a ghost, if chance one nymph we love ? 
" Think — on thy Cynthio first devolved the fire, 
" And Cynthio follows what the Gods inspire. 
" — Resign his passion 'cause a rival stares ! 
" Vanish ye Heavens, earth melt thou in airs. 
" No ; whilst the full fraught veins this form en* 

" twine; 
il Whilst spirit, sight, sensation, life be mine : 
" My Emma, as my crown, my Heav'n I prize, 
" Her champion I, — all dangers I despise. 
" And, mark me well, if thou intrudest suit, 
" Vengeance, dire vengeance, be the dreadful 

" fruit." 
Frowning he spake, when full-fed Roger rose : 
Hight Tullius he, tofpeechify the foes. (1) 
" Z ds, sirs," and forc'd his bulwark paunch 

between, 
H No battles here, by ; what — what d' ye 

"mean? 
" To mirth, not wrath, we dedicate this night, 

" Dance now, and after go to and fight." 

He spake : the heroes strait suspend the war : 
Each lively youth selects a lively fair. 
Whilst fiddles sharp, and twanging harps resound, 
And merry footing fill'd the region round. 

(1) Vide Hodges de Re Rhetorica. 
END OF THE THIRD CANTO. 



I 



CANTO IV. 



INI ot so contented : — from the starry way, 

Mars glides to earth upon a fiery ray: 

The Moon now gilded every mountain's height, (1 ) 

And silence reign' d beneath the wings of night : 

Save in the copse where Philomela's throat 

Sooth VI every echo in a liquid note. 

Another form the boisf rous power appears, (2) 

Than when he mov'd the Phrygians to the wars : 

No chariot wing'd by terror and by flight; 

No helm, no blazing spear alarms the night. 

Slim grows his stature, smooth his rugged brow : 

To human vision a mere mortal beau. 

Thus masked he pierc'd the walls, a glitt'ring guest, 

And every eye Sir Bergamot confess'd. 

But Cassio chief; — his soul he stirs to rage, 
Upbraids his ease and spurs him to engage. 



(1) — Usci la notte e sotto li ali 
Meno il silentio. Tasso. 

(2) Vide Homer. 

C " Thou 



50 EMM A. 

" Thou slumb'rest, youth, awake, awake," he 

cries, (1) 
" See C ynthio steals thy mistress 'fore thine eyes. 
" Rescue ! revenge ! lest now each laughing fair 
" Deride thy love, and murder in a sneer. 
" Rise and assert, if yet thou lov'st, thy fame, 
" Or bid good night to honor and the dame. 
u Draw, and revenge this most atrocious deed ; 
" To clear thy honor I myself will bleed/' 

So saying, Discord, who too long had stood 
Where Thames reflects St. Stephen's in his flood, 
Thunders o'er head, th' attendant of the God, 
And fills with noisy spirits all th' abode. 
Sudden the music ceas'd, the loud uproar 
Of shrill and hoarse alarms the peaceful shore. 
Like angry wasps the well-dress' d parties throng; 
Belles urge on belles and beaux drive beaux 

along. (2) 
High waving plumes unnumber'd move above, 
As when an earthquake shakes the mountain grove. 
Small was the spark which gave the tumult rise-, 
But now the flames lash'd furious to the skies. 

So when the winds that from cold Samoed flow, 
Awaking, first with gentle breathings blow: 



(1) Vide Homer. 

(2) Umbone impellitur umbo.-— Statins. 
Velut unda supervenit undam. — Horace, 

The 



CANTO IV. 51 

The pine-tops scarcely bend, the glassy deep 
Is seen to blacken as the breezes sweep : 
But soon the loud mouth' d hurricanoes roar; 
The white head billows smite the sounding shore : 
Pelion's old woods beneath the tempest groan, 
And Ossa mourns her lofty sons overthrown. 

Say, Muses, say, dear Goddesses, ye know (1) 
What's false, what's true, w T hat's rich and rare below. 
Could beaux assert in fight the bubble Fame? 
Could belles be nYd to battle for a name ? 

Count Berg a mot advanced with giant's stride, 
And Cassio prudent on the armed side. 
On Cynthio the brigaded warriors bear, 
But Collies and Antonio stem the war. 
" Proud art thou met/' the youthful hero cries^ 
" Emma be now thy bane, but ne'er thy prize. 
" By pander wealth a traitor Cassio lives; 
" Scorn and contempt is all that Emma gives. 
" Cast out of friendship's pale, that humble Hea- 

" ven: (2) 
*\ What wounds the heart can never be forgiven/' 
Cassio returns : " Vain boy, thy threats I prize 
u As Fribble's rage or Gatten's angry eyes. 



(1) Et memiiiistes enira divse, et memorare potestis. 

Virgil. 

(2) ■ — Amicitise 

Venerabile nomen. Ovid, 



c 2 " Prepare 



52 EM M A. 

" Prepare for death :" a sudden pass he made, 
But prudent Pallas turns the blade to lead. 
Then burns the fire in Collies' vengeful eyes, 
He draws a snuff-box of portentous size. 
Straight levell'd at his head, a point blank course 
The bolt of Jove flew with tremendous force. 
Resounds his front, three steps he backward made : 
The warrior box bounds upwards from his head ; 
Descending meets Acteon's well-fenc'd scull, 

There splits, — alarm'd, (desunt nonnulla.) 

Frequent as. cannon of embattled hosts, 
A thousand noses roar thro' all the coasts. 
Acteon chief, who ne'er before had tried 
In vollies large the dust of foreign pride. 
On the hard ground outstretched in tears he lies, 
Whilst peals of scoffs, and shouts and laughter 
rise. 
So when Typhjeus 'gainst Olympus strove, 
And piling mountains shook the realms of Jove ; 
Loud from on high th' aoreal bolts resound : 
His clumsy stature wallows on the ground. 
So lay the cub, the foe with joy beheld : 
" 'Tis ours," he cries, " our arms assert the field." 
" Not yet," Sir Froth with small shrill pipe re- 
plies, 
" Tis I must this rude insolence chastise. 
" Vile savage cretur — by her whom I adore, 
" This blow shall lay thee dead upon the floor.' 

He 



CANTO IV. 53 

He spake : and in an evil hour he drew 
The great Gallini gilt and lettered too: (1) 
This at the chief he launches with a bound, 
Swift thro' the air it flies with rustling sound : 
Antonio views its well directed course, 
With dext'rous hand he stops its little force ; 
Then in return against th' unhappy beau, 
He lifts the volume in the act to throw : 
And thus : " what Fury thirsting for thy fate 
" Urges thy soul to battle with the great? 
" To cope with such but ill becomes thy might, 
" With warring nymphs Sir Froth should rather 

"fight; V 
" Some price-less trophy thence thou might'st 

" have won, 
" A fan, a garter, and not been undone : 
" But now no path is left thee to retreat, 
" Thine own dread bolt shall lay thee at my feet; 
M Then in soft ditties may stout Chloe tell, 
" I, and Gallini, sent Sir Froth to hell/' 
He said : the winged weapon swiftly flew 
With singing fury and the beau o'erthrew, 
Like the fell poison swelled then every vein, 
He kick'd a chacone with the quiv'ring pain. 
Shattered the snowy honors of his head, 
Senseless, he lay— fair Chloe thought him dead. 

(1) Vide Sir John Gallini's treatise upon dancing, very 
rare. 

c 3 O'er 



54 EMM A. 

O'er his white face a stream began to flow, 
Sanguine, e'en such as trills from every beau: (1) 
In screaming haste high am'rous Chloe flies, 
Salts in her hand, and chrystals in her eyes. 
But at her voice the hero's spirits stay : 
High in her arms she bears him from the fray. 
" Go/' cries the chief, " thou phantom of the 

" great; 
w Go, and teach others wisdom from thy fate." 
Then turning on his heel in just disdain, 
He seeks the battle in the distant plain. 
There Clodio 'mong the warring females fought, 
And many a wonder o'er the vanquished wrought; 
A snowy veil was dreadful in his hand, 
The spoil from Arria's snowy bosom gain'd : 
And now he had brought the black-ey'd Chloe' 

down, 
Vain was the heroine's smile, and vain her frown. 
She yields, but yet her heart rebellious beats ; 
The victor kiss'd her thrice, and thrice repeats. 
Then thus, soft breathing; " Chloe, now I prove 
" How vain is battle when we fight with love ; 
Ci Behold the victor here at mercy lies, 
** Seize me in arms and be at once my prize : 
" Hence let us fly, to other fields retire, 
" Where Cupid shines in genial sheets of fire. 

(1) Vide Milton. 

" With 



} 



CANTO IV. 55 

11 With thee ill suits this harsh, this rough fought 

" field, 
** In other fights to thee the strongest yield. " 

He said, he look'd, he sigh'd, he fondly vow'd : 
Sudden they vanish in a golden cloud. 
Such wreaths to gain now twenty youths prepare, 
Pierce bent the brunt of battle on the fair, 
Antonio sees, and stops th' unequal war. 
Sharp was the conflict on the impassive ground ; 
Ten heroes lay, with cries the roof rebound. (1) 
Count Bergamot advanced with haughty brow, 
Leads the hot Cassio's squadron on the foe. 
Antonio greatly rights, at length gives way, 
Yet like the hunted stag he stands at bay. 
Like lightning Cynthio to support him flies, 
And Collies too, his wig about his eyes. 
(Ah me ! no bard's in pilPry knew such scorn, 
By ruffian hands tugg'd, tumbled, touzled, torn.) 
Recedes the troop, young Cassio inly throws, 
Demands new weapons, source of novel woes : 
When (and hard by) the library came in head, 
Where live the spirits of the Mighty Dead. (2) 
(Gentlest of beings, prompt to come, to go, 
Give the soft sleep, or chace the drowsy foe.) 
Where beau and belle the tedious mornings kill, 
When trimming Mat's eternal clack lies still 
And not one sfander turns Gossipa's mill 

(1) Vile Homer. (2) Vide Cicero. 

G 4 High 



ill,} 



56 E M M A. 

High in the front inscriptions richly roll : 

" Approach (1) and take the Physic or the 

Soul." 
Seiz'd with full strength the folding doors resound. 
Locks, bolts, bars, hinges, burst with horrid sound : 
Like hail the well gilt tomes began to pour ; 
Great poets, huge divines, now press the floor. 
Terrific law, man's curse, now mounts in heap : 
Philosophy breaks its eternal sleep : 
Novels, the spawn and learning of the day : 
Antient romance to modern, giving way. 
Vast magazines for silken students fit, 
And deep reviews that skim the cream of wit, 
(For candor fam'd, and classical pretence, 
Stern keepers they of common readers sense) 
Alert and active raise the dusty cloud, 
Now, as in life, bold, modest, calm, or loud. 
Each chief now summons his battalion near, 
And now afresh begins the grief of war. 
What Cassio's impious hand had rudely prest, 
(So Pompey broke the holiest holy rest.) (2) 
Antonio sees dispersed, dishonour' d lie: 
Here the spruce P * * * there the sprucer * * *. 



(1) PYXH2 IATPEION. 

A modem library, said the witty Lord C. might admit 
another sort of inscription, as this, 

" Here mental poisons are preserved in sweets." 

(2) Vide Romans in Palestine. 

Sans 



CANTO IV. 57 

Sans f aeon raises Locke in contest warm, 

More than the Sorbonne dread the coming 

storm. (1) 
Who shall oppose ! shall beaux of mortal race ? 
No; were their bones of steel, or fronts of brass. 
Yet what black demon, Roger, brought thy head 
Full in the path-way of the Glorious Dead ? 
Vain prov'd that bulwark to resist the shock, 
Tho' fame reports it solid as a rock. 
Thou wouldst have fled presageful of the blow; 
Ah, nature! why do bodies huge move slow? 
Beneath th' immortal tome he thundering falls, 
The stout joists bend, fierce shake the massy walls. 
Each thought him dead, each sheds the tender tear ; 
" Roger, ah Roger/' mournfully strikes the ear. 
li He bleeds, huge Ajax bleeds/'' Antonio cries, 
" Their bulwark down, the rest is easy prize/' 
" Mistaken boaster/' Cassio soon replied, (2) 
" Enough remain to quell thy Gothic pride : 
" None scape my rage if fate directs me right, 
" And hostile blood shall glut the God of fight/' 
So saying, from the ranks where bright they shone 
He tears the tomes of matchless Richardson. 
Then meek Pamela, white curd of a wife, 
Dispatch'd six ruffians to the verge of life, 

(1) Les Docteurs de la Sorbonne se sont offenses contre 
Mr. Locke, de ce quil s'oppose aux Idees innees. 

Voltaire. 

(2) Vide Homer. 

c 5 1©» 



58 E M M A. 

To seven Clarissa was an horrid bore: 
Magnific Carlos humbled seven more, 
Unparagon'd, the chieftain was defined 
The praeter-perfect-plu of human-kind. 
Lofty, see bustling in the realms of air, 
Arthur renown'd, of learned Locke the care : (1) 
(How changeful taste ! who a long age had stood, 
Warm in his dust, next Almahide in wood.) 
The warrior seiz'd him with a warrior's force, 
And points in malice dire his cloudy course : 
In the mid air fell Dryden knocks him down. 
Like lead he dropped, the laureat tome flew on, 
Grazes Narcissus front, damag'd a charm, 
And passing strikes Antonio's lifted arm; 
E'en then on tip-toe he essay'd to rear 
The Persic Cyrus to a dread career; (2) 
A sudden tingling thro' the tendon fled, 
All force was lost, down falls the Mighty Dead ; 
Some oaths the vent of undissembled vein, 
Lawless burst forth, ah, who shall govern pain! 
Pain ! hark, Berkleius swears in solemn kind, (3) 
All pain but phantoms of the vulgar mind. 

But now sublime lunarian Wilkins flies, 
Hurls ruin on twelve planets where they rise. 



(1) Vide Locke's Letter to Mr. Molyneux. 

(2) Cyrus, Roman de M. de Scuderi. 

(3) Vide Bishop of Cloyne's Philosophy. 

Whistok 



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€ A N T O IV. 59 

Whiston insensate ! in a Comet's pow'r — 
Fierce, the rich lustre rattles on the floor. 
The dreadful crash suspends the rage of war, 
With one consent both armies yield to fear, 
And helter skelter scatter far and near. 
Some thought a thunder-bolt had fall'n from Hea~ 

ven, 
Some that the walls, and lofty roofs had given. 
Beaux swoon'd, nymphs shriek'd, ah ! dire was the 

uproar, 
And many a captain fainted on the floor. 
So at the gun's report the dormice fall, 
And death's stiff image for a while holds all. 

And now while all to sudden terrors yield, (1) 
A silent desert shew'd th' embattled field : 

When 



(i) To relax out readers after the violence of furious wars, 
we pass, as did the great prince and father of epic poesy, 
from the confusion of battle to the tranquillity of interesting 
narration contained in this beautiful episode, similar to that 
of Glaucus and Diomedes in the Iliad, which we here subjoin 
in Mr. Pope's translation, that the close adherence to the 
Grecian bard may be seen. By means of this fortunate epi- 
sode, a pleasing wonder becomes recorded in our poem : no 
less than the history of the ever famous female literary so- 
ciety, commonly called the Blue Stockin'd Club. Its fame 
now becomes embalmed to everlasting memory: a club! 
great Gods of Parnassus ! unrivalled by Italian conversa- 
tiones, Spanish Tertulias, or French petits soupers, or les as- 
semblies des sea vans del' academic. The names of Mon- 
tagu, and many of her renowned colleagues, are now pre- 
served beyond the period that her chateau in Portman Square 
c 6 shall 



60 EMM A. 

When Delia first of virgins justly vain, 
Stepp'd forth undaunted to survey the plain. 

Her 



shall be in the powder of ruin : Non omnis moriar. Thither 
came the conscious members of literary pretensions full 
charged with bon mots and well digested theses : but alas ! to 
our knowledge often did it happen, that after the studied bolt 
was shot, dumb vacuum ensued. 
Iliad 6. vide The Episode of Glaucus and Diomedes-. 
Nowpaus'd the battle : godlike Hector gone: 
When daring Glaucus and great Tydeus' son 
Between both armies met : the chiefs from far 
Observ'd each other, and had mark'd for war. 
Near as they drew Tyd ides thus began. 

What art thou, boldest of the sons of man? 
Our eyes till now, that aspect ne'er beheld 
Where fame is reap'd amidth' embattled field. 
Yet far before the troops thou dar'st appear 
And meet a lance the fiercest heroes fear. 
Unhappy they, and born of luckless sires, 
W T ho tempt our fury when Minerva fires! 
But if from Heaven, celestial, thou descend, 
Know, with immortals we no more contend. 
Not long, &c. 

I brave not Heaven : but if the fruits of earth 
Sustain thy life, and human be thy birth, 
Bold as thou art, too prodigal of breath, 
Approach, and enter the dark gates of death. 

What, or from whence I am, or who my sire, 
(Replied the chief) can Tydeus > son enquire? 
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, 
Now green in youth, now with'ring on the ground. 
Another race the following spring supplies, 
They fall successive, and successive rise : 
So generations in their course decay, 
So Nourish these, when those are past away. 
But if thou still persist to search my birth, 
Then hear a tale that fills the spacious earth. 

A city,. 



CANTO IV. 6% 

Her the gay Sappho equal in the war 5 

Dar'd to confront, — in hand a maim'd guitar. 

Her tuneful art fromfamM Gauthrotto sprung, 

From G * * * n intrepidity of tongue. 

Flashed both their beauteous eyes, divinest flame ! 

When thus in music's tone the Sapphic dame. 

A city, &c. Here follows the history of Belle- 
rophon, who was the bearer of a sealed letter containing or- 
ders for his own destruction, which however he escaped. 
Diomed, by this conference finding that their grandsireshad 
been mutual guests, agrees with Glaucus never more to be 
enemies. 

He spoke ; and transport fiU'dTYDiDEs' heart, 
In earth the generous warrior fix'd his dart. 
Then friendly, thus the Lydian prince address'd 
Welcome, my brave hereditary guest ! 
Thus ever let us meet, with kind embrace, 
Nor stain the sacred friendship of our race ; 
Know, chief, our grandsires have been guests of old, 
Oeneus the strong, Bellerophon the bold: 
Our antient seat his honour' d presence grac'd, &c 
If Heaven our steps to foreign lands incline, 
My guest in Argus thou, and I in Lycia thine. 
Enough of Trojans to this lance shall yield, 
In the full harvest of yon ample field. 
Enough of Greeks shall dye the spear with gore, 
But thou and Diomed be foes no more. 
Now change we arms, and prove to either host, 
We guard the friendship of the line we boast. 

Thus having said, the gallant chiefs alight, 
Their hands they join, their mutual faith they plight. 
Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought resign'd, 
(Jove warm'd his bosom and enlarg'd his mind) 
Foi'Diomed's brass arms of mean device, 
For which nine oxen paid (a vulgar price) 
He gave his own -of gold divinely wrought, 
An hundred beeves the shining purchase bought. 

Pope. 

" Bel 



62 E M M A. 

" Bel Idol mio> who shall rival song? 

" Far known, high prais'd, by all the tuneful throng, 

" Is Sappho's matchless art : dar'st thou bold maid, 

" Encounter Sappho in Apollo's trade! 

" Ha ! whence thy form ? to Sappho's eye un~ 

" known, 
" Some rustic beauty of some country town. 
" Yet shew'st inflexibility of face, 
" Tho' short of Rantipoles of courtly race. 
" Say, know'stthou Sappho, that thou dar'stcon- 

" test? 
" A phoenix she, and Isis is her nest. 
u Learning's deep well who dares with Sappho 

" draw? 
" Be'it Meon's son, or Euclid, Logic, Law. 
" Superior yet with Darwin to disclose, 
iC Stigma and petal of the modest rose. 
u Say dar'st thou mount where Mathesis o'ei> 

" whelms ? 
" With Herschell range 'yond planetary realms ? 
u Descending thence mix with the common fair? 
" Slaves to our beauty, let us lists compare. 
u The numbers vanquished, is our highest fame, 
" Not qualities, those be the vulgar claim. 
" From Sappho's charms no mortal is secure; 
" Where Sappho wounds no medicine can cure. 
" If then no rival, 'tween us be no odds, 
" For Sappho is the care of all the Gods, 

" But 



CANTO IV. 63 

" Bat if thou art a maid of martial race, 
" Offspring of beauty and the stol'n embrace, 
" A mortal virgin of whatever degree, 
" Nourished by white meats and sustained by tea$ 
" Rash thing retire, repentance comes too late, 
" For Sappho's hand is still the hand of fate/' 
To whom the chief, with such an heavenly 

smile, 
As might of wrath, or Gods, or men beguile. 
" Not to know me might Sappho's honours stain; 
" Ask Astrop's beaux, the W*** M*** F***. 
" Not known ! reflect ! review the winter past, 
" Lord Squander's dance, and Brainlack's 

" stupid feast. 
" Nay, more, tho' w r its the shortest memories 

" grace, 
" In Portman's field thou mayst recal this face : 
" A conflict thou, fair Sappho, didst maintain, 
" With a grave leader of the blue-hos'd train. 
" Sage Montagu, in Voltaire's conquest 

" proud, (1) 
" Sate queen, sate umpire of the various croud. 
" Supreme in honours as rever'd in age, 
* With Carter habited an Areopage ; (2) 



(1) Vide Montagu versus Voltaire, 

(2) Miss Carter, the Grecian, 

" Stout 



Si E M MA. 

" Stout Hannah More by courtly prelates 

" taught, (1) 
" And moon-ey'd Johnson pumping for a 

" thought. (2) 
" Piozzi too, apotheosis'd by beer: (3) 
" And Robinson the loveliest sonnetteer. (4) 

u And vacant C- — p y, half-witted wight, 

" The ape of fashion in her lord's despite. 

" With twenty rhyming nymphs of shallower song, 

" Fair novelists, drove novelists along/'' 

" The point in moot was on the canine breed, 
" Weigh'd against man for valour, heart, and head. 
" You were the spaniel's friend, all own'd your wit, 
" 'Twas to my grand-dam you vouchsafed submit, 
" Yet much she own'd from you instruction sprung, 
" Tho ; nervous polish'd, and tho' modest strong. 
" Then let not savage broils our names disgrace, 
" Friendship you see ere this unites our race. 

She spake, a generous flame that instant burn'd, 
The chiefs embrace, and Sappho thus return'd. 

" I well recal that verbal well drawn fight, 
" Each point of argument I can recite, 

(1) Hannah More on female education, corrected bj 
Dr. Pofteus, Bishop of London. 

(2) Dr. Samuel Johnson. 

(3) Mrs. Thrale, widow of the famous brewer of that 
same, who married her Italian music-master merely from 
the love of the arts. 

(4) Vide her odes, and sonnets to and from Delia Crusca. 

" Graceless 



CANTO IV. 65 

" Graceless and bold was I, Fm free to own, 

u To enter lists with one of her renown. 

" Yet Isis' pride was mine, I greatly dar'd 

u Venture for trophies, gownsmen, learn'd, rever'd. 

" Sprightly severe, the contest ably ran; 

" Now dogs were baited, now the creature, man, 

" Lawyers were scoundrels, like the bull-dog, bold, 

" When once well fastened never quitting hold. 

" Sleek greyhounds, silken lords, and judges there 

" In warm thick coats, shagg'd like the polar bear. 

" The surly pedagogue, a cur becurs'd : 

" (Here Johnson growl'd, the croud in laughter 

"burst.) 
" Critics were snarls, in well-stor'd mangers sate, 
" To eat unable, let not others eat: 
" Each beastly lap-dog a Lord Overswallow, 
" With each a German Schwellenberg to fol- 

" low. (1) 
" My favourite was the spaniel, — on his worth 
«" My descant ran, mild, faithful, and so forth, 
" Your grand-clam's was the mastiff, gen'rous beast, 
" An open-hearted friend outweighing all the rest." 

" Art thou, indeed, descendant of that dame, 
" Whose worth I honor, and whose love is fame ! 



(1) Madam Schwellenberg, a great favourite of the, 
Queen, and feeder of the dogs at court. 

" Unite. 



66 E M M A. 

" Unite our hearts, amalgamate our pow'rs, 

" Brothers we have, high love shall make mine 

" yours; 
u A cross'cl match let us form, I'll take, HI give 
44 Friends, sisters, brothers, in rich bonds we'll 
" live/' 

So saying, from her waist a shawl she drew, 
(Jove cleans'd her mind of every meaner view. 
Thirty gold mohrs its price to India's king, 
Texture divine ! it thrid the wedding ring,) 
This to the nymph with noblest air she tost, 
And took her sash which ten rupees had cost. 

" Let's fly," quoth she, " this scene for scenes 
" of ease, 
14 Enough our conquests here, then let them cease ; 
44 In love's soft duels henceforth we'll engage f 
"And end in friendship what began in rage. 

So saying, arm in arm the nymphs retire, 
And feats of joy exchanged for feats of ire* 

Vfc 7(7 ^fr 5j£ Vfc 

Now one by one hero and heroine stole, 
Each like an hunted squirrel from his hole : 
Each viewing each, commix'd with seeds of fear, 
At length they laugh, and fresh begin the war. 
Swore by their Gods they never knew affright, 
And look'd! as never look'd the God of fight. 
With double spirit now renews th' attack : 
Light octaves rustle, and thick folios crack. 

Abridgments 



CANTO IV. 67 

Abridgments (learning's spectres) mount,— a 

cloud. 
And * Extracts Elegant/ a murdered croud, 

Where were ye gentle Gods whose antient pride r 
Us'd o'er the realms of learning to preside. 
Apollo hight ! with lucid golden hair : 
Clio, and all ye fam'd Parnassian fair: 
Haply ye slept by Aganippe's stream; 
Or in the Delphic wood, enjoy'd the dream. 
Scarce, as of yore, disturbed by vot/ries calls . 
The Nymph of Novel lays ye by the walls, 

A dusty Shakespeare now began to roar, 
With * * * * * ' s notes, — rich fund to feed the poor* 
'Twas Cynthio's arm that rais'd the tempest dire. 
Fiercer than Ariel's atmosphere of fire : 
Dismay ran trembling thro' the thickening hostj 
So stood Macbeth at Banqtjo's bloody ghost; 
So shook Sir Hugh, of Caius sore afraid : 
So Slender at the lovely Windsor maid. 
Some call'd on Theobald to avert thy force, 
But more on * * * * * 's emasculating course* 
Otway and Rowe, in buckram, rise in vain; 
Voltaire, and all Dan Aristotle's train: 
To the hard ground a large brigade was fell'd, 
And half the fury of the fight was quell'd. 

At Collies flies, in many an airy ring, 
A folio, gilt and letter'd for the King. 

A sudderi 



68 EMMA. 

A sudden coldness shot thro' every vein, 

His loose teeth chattered with a freezing paim 

Pale grew his cheek, his eye all lustre lost; 

He seem'd the victim of a Zembla frost. 

Unclasp' d on earth the velvet volume lies, 

Fair verse from G*** strikes th' astonish'd eyes. (1) 

Remote, the fiery God of war's renown, 
(Count Bergamot to mortal vision known) 
Rages resistless 'mong unequal foes ; 
Warm blushing maids, and lily-livered beaux. 
Him Venus sees, and by Mercurius' aid, 
Her heart distends, she grows a warrior maid. 
Carfax her name, her limbs, large, massy, bold, 
Cast in gigantic amazonian mould. 

(1) Some critics of magnitude have conjectured that Grub 
Street is here meant, whilst others of great acumen and pene- 
trative sagacity, assert that an antient scholastic body is the 
claimant. These darknesses give birth to much brilliancy of 
learned dissertation, and enquiry classical : how many thou- 
sands have been fed and cloath'd from disputes on even a 
single word, green — one red, or, green ove — red, of Shake- 
spear's text. In ages hence this passage also may be a chari- 
table circumstance. Certain it is, that the geniuses formerly 
stationary in the first mentioned place, were extinct long be- 
fore the aera of this poem. It is likewise to be recollected, 
that on the marriage of our most gracious King, and the birth 
of ' Spfm gregis nostri' many fine velvet bound folios of 
poems were presented, and honourably received at the British 
court, where 'poetry and all ' belles lettres 9 are so well under- 
stood and cherished, but that any volume of that approof 
should produce the effects here described, is beyond even the 
'problematical, and if true, must be the operation of some 
ihischief-hatching demon so often infesting the literary world. 

Like 



CANT O IV. S9 

Like Stentor now she shouts, echo the walls,; 
And at each whirl some strenuous warrior falls. 

" Stop thy career, oh valourous count," she cries, 
" Or take thy meed, blame nofr the righteous 
" skies." 

To whom the God : " I know thee chief of yore, 
" No mortal maid, but a celestial pow'r. 
" Pallas I ween, to Mars a constant foe, 
-" Tho' Fortune still befriends th' audacious 

brow: (1) 
" That Goddess never lets her soldier miss, 
" Then whosoe'er thou art, take this, and this/' 

So saying, thrice with force immense he struck, 
And thrice the iEgis brav'd him like a rock : 
Enrag'd the Goddess, looking round — she spied, 
An huge Buzaglo stand, in massy pride : 
Lightly she seiz'd what twenty might alarm, 
Such strength knits up a great celestial's arm, 
Hurl'd at the seeming count, now Mars, confessed, 
He fell, and in his fall ten acres large he press'a 1 . (?) 
The Goddess, smiling, then unveils her face, 
And shew'd him Venus to enhance disgrace. • 
" Tis I," she cried, " 'tis I," and laugh'd aloud, 
Then vanish'd in a bright ambrosial cloud. 

(1) ' Audaces Fortuna juvat. 5 

(2) The critics liave taken great offence at this dilatation 
of Mars. We own it to be full of the marvellous indeed, 
but after having examined every antient copy and record that 
mentions the circumstance^ve cannot venture to abate a sin- 
gle iota of the passage. 

Lame 



70 EMM A. 

Lame by the crush, but martyr'd at the view ; 
Mars swore, and vowing vengeance, vanish'd too. 

Now Jove, aloft, the Heav'nly scales suspends, 
Forbids high pow'rs to act, for gracious ends : 
Equal then press'd the battle's equal tides, 
Now glory here prevails, and now subsides. 
St. John, by Mallet launched in vigour full, 
Meets Warburton : behold the contest null. 
Gay Chesterfield, who poisons youthful hearts, 
Laughs, while he yields to Johnson's nervous 

parts. 
The sound of wasps came buzzing in the air ; 
'Twas Pope insiduous in a sly career. 
Jealous of Wortley ; high and lovely maid ? 
Wishing to wound; to do the deed afraid. 
She smil'd to see the insect's busy wings, (1) 
Her native honey sheath' d the poison'd stings. 

But now an huge discharge from high was roll'd, 
The new world's politics confound the old. (2) 
Scares Cassio's squadron from the close affray, 
For bloody noses mark'd the conqueror's way. 
Now see they fly, tumultuous, like the hosts 
Of Autumn's leaves, wide rolling on the coasts ; 
Or as swift clouds across the Moon that flies; 
Orion's dogs when mounting in the skies. 



(1) Some copies read "bustling." 

(2) Vide pamphlets, &c. on the American war. 

Thk 



CANTO IV. n 

This Hylas, tender youth, beheld with tears, 
He would have rush'd, but came an host of fears : 
For nature still proportionate and kind, 
Lent his slim form an equal slender mind. 
By prudent Pallas to a corner led; 
Secure he meditates a mighty deed. 
For there unheeded, lay a volume vast, 
Which with his full-strain' d strength he sought to 

cast. (1) 
Terrific tome ! th' Italian stage affords 
Choice caviar for all the House of Lords. (2) 
Thrice he attacks it with a zeal unfeigned, 
And thrice the tome resists his lily hand. 
When Chloe, Penthesilea of the host, 
Came like a tygress raging thro' the coast : 
Sees the thin hero spending all his force : 
" A vaunt/' she cries, " this hand shall wing its 

" course/' 
Then putting every mighty nerve, at last, 
Staggering, the tome high o'er her head she cast. 
Thence with a crack and bound the tome departs. 
The singing terror of an host of hearts. 
Ah ! Cynthio, ah ! to thee it makes its way, 
Apollo kindly 'reft its pow'r to slay; 

(1 ) " When Aj ax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,, 
" The line should labour, and the words move slow." 

Pope. 

(2) And why omit the Commons, good poet? Scriblerus, 

Much 



72 E M M A. 

Much yet remained, -full heavy grow thine eyes; 
Thou stretchedst, yawn'dst, thy wonted vigor flies. 
Tired thy senses, — languid, — craving rest, — 
Thy gapes — with more — than opium's force— 

opprest. 
Now to the right hand, — now to left thy bows, 
As sleepy pines when the — soft south wind blows : 
O'ercome at length by stupefaction deep, 
Thou cross'dst thine arms — wide yawnd'st--- and — 
felFst -asleep. 

Victoria now disturbs the cope of night, 
Cynthio's sad fate gave period to the fight. 
Each tongue a melancholy accent bears, 
At length it reached much anxious Emma's ears; 
Where in a deep pavilion, — peace belov'd, 
The nymph had with her virgin train removed. 
Swift from her cheek the springing roses fled, 
On her fair bosom sunk her drooping head. 
Lax every limb, suspended every breath : 
She look'd an Angel, — did they die the death. 

So when etherial fires the lilies wound, (1) 
Their silv'ry heads hang nerveless to the ground. 
Or daffodils surcharged with hasty rain, 
Bow their fresh cups, and kiss the verdant plain. 

(1) Purpureus veluti cum Flos succisus aratro, 
Languescit moriens : lassove p&pavera collo 
Demisere caput pluvia cum forte gravantur. 

Virgil. 

Shrieks 



CANTO IV. 73 

Shrieks from the female throng to Heaven were cast. 
Life-staying scents were brought in tender haste; 
Their lovely arms the dying nymph upstay, 
Some stream'd in tears, — and some were heard to 

pray: 
At length a sigh deep heav'd her snowy breast, 
Her trembling lips returning life confest. 
Round drops stood glistering in her crystal eyes, 
Words followed, broken with deep groans and sighs. 
" Oh Cyxthio ! dearest gift the Gods could 

" g^e, 
" For ever gone ! ! — ah ! how shall Emma live? 
" To me the world a gloomy waste appears, 
u Its winds are groans, and all its dews are tears; 
u Guarded by him, who would not w r ish, to be 
" Deprived, — Death comes no infelicity. 
" Life hath no joys, — tho' joys it had before, 

*' And Emma dies, now Cynthio is no more. 

" See ! see ! Heaven's gate stands open in yon Sky, 
" There Cynthio moves, oh let me, let me fly. 
" I come, I come, dear Cynthio, lend me wings, 
" For thee Fd spurn the happiness of kings : 
" For thee Fd die, if Death might thee restore, 
" See Emma dies, but Cynthio lives no more. 
" Weep not, dear nymphs, your Emma does not 

" weep : 
" What's death ? — it is a much desired sleep. 

d " Soft 



7b EMM A. 

" Soft in his arms, fatigued, I shall repose, 
" One little sigh exempts me from its woes. 
" Yet see he beckons from the friendly Sky: 
" Doth Emma stay, when Cynthio bids her fly ? 
" I come, my spouse, my soul's delight, I come, 
" Withhold me not from happiness my doom/' 

She said : and moving, made essay to rise, 
But in the effort, sunk, and closed her eyes. 
Soon to the couch the lovely charge they bear, 
With all the offices of tender care, 
(So may the Gods your pious toils reward 
With faithful youths, the nymphs securest guard.) 
There to soft sleep, the beauteous maid consign, 
Sleep came and soon embraced the form divine ; 
While female fairies watch'd the couch around, 
And lulFd her senses with a silver sound. 



END OF THE FOURTH CANTO. 



-CANTO 



CANTO V. 



X he beauteous Queen, whom Cyprus isles obey, 
In air sublime now trends her rapid way. 
The silky reins within her snowy hand 
Direct her doves, respondent to command. 
Swift thro' the void they flap their silv'ry wings, 
To Hymen's blooming grots, and milky springs; 
For now the Goddess pierc d the book of fate, 
There the true lovers were decreed to meet. 
But how conciliate all? — she only knew, 
Th' entangled skein was still in human view. 

With gentlest plume the balmy air they fan : 
Here vig'rous Spring holds its eternal reign. 
Groves, sweetly dark, fond lovers dear retreats, 
And mossy caverns rise, — delicious seats ! 
Here every swain finds every pleasure move, 
And every nymph a Protea is in love. (1) 

(1) " Beauty by marriage never fades, 

" Good-natur'd wives are always maids. 
" Still some new joy springs in their arms: 
" 'Proteas' they in amorous charms. 
H Their fetters flowers to chain the mind: 
* Heart's ease, with pansies closely twin'd." 

Vide Essay on Nuptial Felicity ; 10th Edition. 

d2 No 



76 EMM A. 

No cold disgustful satiety is known. 

For every virgin boasts th' enchanted Zone. 

At Hymen's mossy cavern now they stand, 
The Goddess springs upon the flow'ry strand, 
Then deep within she bends her eager way, 
Where the lov'd power on purple couches lay. 
Around the dome were silken fetters hung, 
With woodbines wreath'd, and pansies ever young. 
Soft silky Cistus decks the clustering bowers, (1) 
Dawns the new day, dawn novel loves and flowers, 
At his right hand were fed ne'er dying fires, 
Fresh vigor thence, all warm with new desires. 
Good Nature there with dimpled cheek was seen, 
And Youth, a rose, soft blushing, midst the green, 
These with the Graces beat in dance the ground, 
And lead the Spring in an eternal round. 

Then she : " O thou whom Gods and men re* 
" vere : 
u Whose power to mild reduces the severe : 
" On savage souls throws humanizing chains, 
" And leads fierce tigresses in flowery reins: (2) 



(1) The cistus leiden, sheds its silky leaves at night, and 
a new set revive before morning. 

(2) •' Je ne dois pas, ma chere mere, vous cacher, que 1' 
Hymen de votre fille l'a aprivoise d'une facon surprenante. 

Elle qui etoit tigresse avant ses noces est devenue tout ce 
que je pourrois souhaiter de tranquille, paisible, ettout a fait 
aimable. J'en loue ies Dieux. 

Vide Ep, de M. De F. a sa belle mere. 

" Rise ! 



CANTO V, 77 

u Rise ! instant, rise ! and in thy tepid hand 
" Lift the bright torch, and bear thy easy band. 
" Hearts I have form'd, and now I seek thy aid, (1) 
" Be quick, warm love but w r eakens if delay'd." 

She said, and at her well-known voice he springs, 
About his limbs the saffron robe he flings. 
His taper snatching from the living flames, 
He flashes round the soul-inspiring beams. 

Then thus : " thy voice was still by me obeyed 
" Ere Heaven, or Earth, or Ocean's Vast 

" were made: 
11 Ere PIhebus pour'd the streams of liquid light, 
" Or Staus enrich'd the canopy of night : 
" Thou reign'dst, pervading all the dark abodes, . 
" And I was call'd to form the bliss of Gods. (2) 
iC Wedded by me, all things their end produce, 
u Yet nought arose but formed a second use. 
" Hence from the black uncomfortable waste, 
" Creation smil'd with every glory bless'd. 
" To Jove above, w^s Juno given to wife: 
" There ceas'd all furious elemental strife. 
" Green Neptune with his silver Thetis graced, 
" Glad rolls his tides and revels on her breast. 



(1) By this manoeuvre we see the craft of the Goddess. 
She had a double game in hand, first, to secure Cassio 
quickly: she well knew the rest of the plan would follow 
spontaneously. — O the contrivance of women ! 

(2) See Hesiod's Theogony and Cosmogony. 

d3 "To 



78 E M M A, 

" To bright Apollo was young Rhea given, 

" Thence earth's fair fields in beauty vie with 

" Heaven. 
" And Man by me enjoys his earthy seat, 
..." -Paird with his Love he feels his soul compleat. 
" Lead then the way, and Hymen will decree 
" Good end to what, ; so well begins of thee." 

He said : they hand in hand ascend the cary 
The snowy coursers mount the void of air : 
Midst hosts of Stars their steady course pursue ; 
The glittring earth roll'd beauteous in their view : 
Her fields they see advance, and now retire, 
Revolving round the Sun s eternal fire. 
Soon on his disk their chariot was beheld, (I) 
A jetty spot upon that lucid field : 

Admiring 

(1) Transit of Venus. 

This beautiful phenomenon (once only seen before by as- 
tronomersj and that by Mr. Horrox, anno 1639) happened 
on the 6th of June, 1767, and agah>on the 3d of June, 1769. 

Dr. Halley left instructions for the complete observation, 
and pointed out the various stations throughout the globe for 
that purpose. 

One in the center of the great Pacific Ocean was directed. 
Captain Cooke, accompanied by Sir Joseph Banks, Dr. 
So lander, Mr. Green, and others, sailed for Otaheite, 
(lat. 17 S.) which island had been discovered by Captain 
Wallis, and at Point Venus the observatory was set up, and 
the total transit seen to the fullest content. This island, from 
the beauty and very amorous disposition of the women, got 
such reputation as not only to intoxicate the visitors from 
Great Britain, but from all Europe, and its fame for gallantry 
became established beyond that recorded of the Island of €y- 

thera* 



CANTO V. 79 

Admiring sages trace th' unfounded road, 
And hail with joy th ? appearance of the God. 

Meanwhile the boy who wields the poison' d dart, 
Gay paints the fancy, but deludes the heart. 
Venus' brisk son, whom on the Ibalian shore, 
To youthful Bacchus the young Goddess bore, 
Puts on his wings, — the mother plann'd the deed. 
And flits unseen to Helena with speed; 

The nymph had charms which in an higher state, 
Might like her mistress, strike an awful heat. 
Not Lennox' form, so worth a monarch's care, (1) 
Or Russell's, own'd a leader of the Fair. 
Not Devon's duchess shews so sweet a face, 
Or Granby, loveliest of the lovely race ! 
Roses and lilies in her cheek unite, 
Her bright black eye shot round pernicious light. 
Gentle her voice, like Zepiiir in the trees, 
Faultless her figure, slender by degrees. 

Close at her ear the subtle urchin smiles, 
And taints her sleeps with all insiduous wiles. 

thera, or the beautiful Gardens of Daphne. The following 
epigram or inscription, was produced on the occasion. 

Inscriptio, ceu Epigramma in proditionem insula diet. 

Otaheite repleta Meretricibus pulcherimis. 
* ( In Mare Pacificum Venerem uiSolem videre 
" Nos delegant Astronomi — cultores Deje inclytae. 
" Profundum exploravimus : petivimus orbisque fines : 
" Benignam invenimus stellam, Deam et Ipsam." 
(1) Vide L'historiette de la belle Zara et le Roi G. 

d 4 " Foe 



SO E M M A. 

" Foe to thyself," he said, or seem'd to say> — 
u Helen, see time slips unimprov'd away. 
" Oh think within thee what an host of charms, 
" Love's richest treasures live within thy arms. 
u Look round, behold how many youthful eyes 
" Proclaim thy beauty, and would be thy prize, 
** Nor Cassio least, oh think if he were thine, 
M How bright a Belle young Helena might 
" shine." 

*' True," cries tlie nymph, " but how that bliss 
u obtain? 
".My means, alas! are as my wishes, vain." 

The pow'r returns: " thy beauty's force shall move, 
" I'll go before, and mad his soul with love." 

" Enough, enough," the blooming virgin cries, 
And novel splendors sparkle in her eyes. 

So when bright Jove amid the dead of night, 
Bursts from a cloud, and sheds his gorgeous light, 
The fields obscure, rejoice to see the star, 
And every flood reflects his golden hair. 

'Twas then, tho' seen but by the Muse's eye, 
Bright meteors trail'd their glories down the Sky: 
Meteors to all, but to the Muse was known, 
Warm from her bosom, Venus' magic zone. 
In this were all the charms the Grecian sung, (1) 
To inflame the prudent, and make mad the young. 

(l) Homer, Rhapsody S, v. 215, &c. 
" Ibi inerat amor, desiderium, colloquium, blandiloquentia 
■*' quae decipit mentem valde prudentem. 

Bright 



C A N T O V. 81 

Bright beauty, gentle love, and warm desires, 
Soft words, and amorous smiles, and wanton fires. 
Kind sidelong glances taught sans art to roll, 
Enchanting sighs, and looks that win the soul. 
With this array'd the fresh-cheek'd hand-maid 

moves, 
A smiling Goddess circled by the Loves. 

Soon as the youth beheld the sparkling dame, 
His active spirit caught unusual flame. 
In rapture then, " O Helex," he exclaims, 
" Till now Fve follow'd beauty's meaner beams: 
" Not fair hair'd Phillis can with thee com- 

" pare; (1) 
" Not black-ey'd Susak, spouse of Job, of Clare. 
" Not young Mahcxn", or Phcebe's matchless grace, 
u Laura's fine figure, Sylvia's roguish face : 
" Tho' these, and twenty more my soul have won, 
" ; Tis thee, my Helex, I elect my own. 

(1) Homer, Rhapsody E. 

" Non enini unquam mihi sit amor Dese nee mulieris 
" Animum pectoribus circumfusus domuit. 
" Neque quando captus fui amore Ixioniae uxoris, &c. 
This speech of Cassio, the learned reader will see is in 
part parodied from the famous and most extraordinary speech 
of Jupiter to Juno, previous to their amorous interview in 
the shady groves of Mount Ida. H o m er's friends in all ages 
have been put to great difficulties to defend him from the 
severe charge of impiety : to me it appears clear, that the 
world is under a great mistake, in supposing that Homer's 
mythology was the theology of the Greeks. That nation was 
too wise, and too sensible to make such absurdities matters of 
religious belief, they may indeed be good matters of poesy, — 
but no more. P. 

d 5 " In 



m E M M A. 

" In thee I see united all their charms ; 

" In thee my fair, and center in thy arms. 

46 Ah! plant me there, kind fates! and Emma's 

" name 
" No more shall warm my breast with amorous 

" flame. 
" Fairer art thou, — 'fore all the Gods I swear, 
" The heart that wins thee shall for ever wear, 
" Conjoined by love's imponderable chains, 
" The partner of my pleasures and my pains." 
Her hand he seiz'd, and call'd the powers On - 

high, 
In oaths, and trooper's vows, (undrain'd supply) ; | 
She trembled, blush'd, yet cast an amorous eye. 
Then veil'd the Sun behind a cloud his face, 
And a warm blush was felt through all the place. (1) 
In pairs the turtles wing the lonely grove, 
And hill and valley sung the song of love. 
Cupid supreme with joy malignant smil'd, 
And Venus laughed outright, and kiss'd her 

child. (2) 
But fears the heart of Cynthio yet opprest; 
The spectre ' Wealth' deprives him of his rest.. 
Already lost he sees her heavenly charms, 
His dreams present her in his rival's arms. 

(1) r Erubuit conscius sether 

Connubiis. Virgil. 
(2) Polis risit Cytherea repertis. Virgil. 

Kb* 



C A NT O V. S3 

Now in despair he raves, upbraids his stars r 
Now sullen sits and pours the flood of tears! 
Venus perceives him, and in pity bends, 
From Heaven's proud height the pow'r of love de- 
scends : 
Swift she inspires Antonio's friendly soul, 
To rouse her youth and teach his hopes to roll. 

Chearful and gay Antonio still appears, 
His voice was still a trumpet in his ears. 
"Cynthio!" he cries, " say — where is all thy 

" boast, 
" Is passion vanished, and all valour lost? 
" Late I esteemed thee worthy of the fair, 
" To see thee now turns all my thoughts to air. 
" Was ever beauty without battle won? 
(* 'Tis courage, Sir, deserves the fair alone. 
" Gods! to behold thee in this abject state 
" Is e'en enough to turn the tide of fate. 
" Forbid it Heavens ! — your Emma this should see, 
u Her virgin hand would never yield to thee. 
" To Cassio's arms in prudence she removes, 
" Since Cynthio dares not claim the nymph he 

" loves. 
" Virgins, by nature tim'rous, look to find 
" In man a dauntless, a defensive mind. 
" Then rouse, advance, 'tis love, 'tis honor calls, 
" Who falls for such, with fame, with glory falls,, 
" Did Paris win the Spartan without toil ? 
tS Or iEsoN's son the Asiatic spoil ? 

d 6 « Ten 



84 EM M A. 

" Ten thousand eyes desire Hesperian gold, 

" But he who gains must rapid be, and bold. 

" Rouse ere too late, before her hand be given, 

" And think she is thy own elect of Heaven. 

" The conscious blush, the smile, th' unwary sigh, 

" The partial speech, and soul-revealing eye, 

" Convince my mind and every doubt remove, 

" That Cynthio is the idol of her love. 

u Fear not, tho' round her numerous striplings flow, 

{i And cease to view in every one a foe. 

" Love is the tribute all must pay the fair, 

" And Beauties are our universal care ! 

" Yet trust me, Sir, tho ? Emma's gay and free, 

" Her heart is thine, and pines e'en now for thee/' 

Thus spake the youth, and hopes in Cynthio 
rise; 
Reflection brings his Emma 'fore his eyes, 
Her smile, her blush, re-animate his thought, 
Terrors swift fly, and rivals melt to nought: 
His, alone his, this not reluctant Fair ; 
His by love's forms, or all overpowering war. 

Say Muse, (alas ! how weak is man's estate 
Without your aid t' unravel mystic fate,) 
O say, what means, or fate, or war, or art, 
Won to his arms the mistress of his heart. 

Fame, whose vast trump tries all sublunar things, 
Wafts lies and truths of beggars as of kings, 
Had rais'd its voice, at first in murmurs low, 
But now began in loftier gales to blow. 

Cassio 



C A N T O V. 85 

Cassio was nam'd, and Helen's conquering 

charms ; 
Diana this, and that the God of Arms. 
As in the lake the dancing circles roll, 
Long ere they strike the borders of the pool, 
So rumour flew thro' all the province known, 
And reached at last the cot of Corydon. 

Remote from cities liv'd this honest swain, 
From daily toil he reaped an humble gain, 
His thoughts wide straying flocks and meadows 

share, 
He thank' d his Gods for blessings all the year. 
The old respect, the young assist his toil, 
His massy staff supports him o'er the soil. 
White were his locks, experience fills his head: 
Confess'd by all the prophet of the mead. 
But ah I what earthly bliss can long remain 
Exempted from the family of pain ! 
That bliss so rich, so settled, so ador'd, 
Priz'd of the Peasant, honoured of the Lob-D, 
Now changes face, love's indiscretion known, 
Sorrow bursts out, and groan succeeds to groan. 
" Poor fool I" he cries, " ah ! what— a sire's 

" behest? 
" Go, shun as Hell that Sink, the wise detest. 
" Ruin to all, but most to female youth, 
" The friendless virtue, and ingenuous truth. 
" There — every villany and vice delight, 
" Deceit, the Courtier, P — 1 — e hypocrite. 

"The 



S6 E M M A. 

" The surplic'd Cheat to sumptuous churchetf 

" runs, 
" Insult to heaven, to virtue, and her sons. 
" Whilst ancient honesty to woods retires, 
" And rustic altars blaze with holy fires. 
" Ah would to God from hence thou hadst not 

" stray 'd, 
" And what the lure ? vain dress, and vain parade. 
" Here hadst thou pass'd with innocence thy life, 
*? An unstain'd virgin or a virtuous wife ; 
" Pride of the village, honor of my name, 
" My daily comfort, and my nightly dream/' 
He said : deep sobs prevented more to say, 
He rends his locks all venerably grey. 
The pitying swains afford the kind relief 
Of silent tears, and sympathising grief. 
Jove all beheld, for such his cares engage, 
And darts new spirits in the injur' d sage. 
In awful dignity he soon appears 
The dignity of hoary age in tears. 
Could hearts of stone refuse mild sorrow's flow * 
Nor melt at such a spectacle of woe ? 

" Ah ! ruthless/ 7 thus he broke, " thou hast 

" undone, 
" The peace of mind of ancient Corydon. 
" Full threescore years my honor walks unstain'd, 
" My name tho' poor was honored thro 7 the land : 

" Tilt 



CANTO V. 8? 

n Till thou, thrice cursed pest, work'dst this dis- 

" grace, 
u A death to me, and ruin to my race. 
" Yet know, tho' Corydon's infirm and old, 
u Excited thus, he 7 s young again and bold. 
" This trembling hand can yet a weapon wield,. 
u And calls thee, Villain, out into the field. 
" My honor, and my Helen's shall be clear'd, 
" Let us not live, or let us live rever'd. 
u Curse on thy wealth, thy rank, thy name, thy alT, 
" Such wounds not tamely, from a monarch fall : 
" Thy blood shall all our dire disgrace remove, 
" Or thy hand sanction what thou won'st by love.* 
He said: and strengthening every nerve with. 

rage, 
His massy staff grew light to arm of agey 
Rous'd, see the warrior youth in fervour dress'd*,. 
And half he drew his blade, and half repressed. 
And now strange war had 'gan alarm the shore, 
The strength of youth against the head of hoar;: 
When high in air th' astonish'd crouds behold, 
The Gods descending in bright clouds of gold. 
Thilasonic Mars stole off in th' obseur'd light, 
To Caspian shores now trends his rapid flight. 
Venus, dear Goddess, in full beauty shone, (1) 
With Helen, Queen of Love's refulgent zone ; 

(1) We now see why Venus so much hastened Hymen. 
Euge Diva omnipotensis ! Scriblerus. 

The 



SS EMM A. 

The Smiles and Graces round the Goddess throng, 
Gay youths, and lively virgins float along : 
Whilst great in pride the nuptial Gods drew near, 
With hallow'd torch high blazing in the air. 
The Goddess then: " Sheath, sheath, that 

" murderous blade. 
" The Gods command, and Gods shall be obey'd. 
u Planets supreme direct and steer the whole; (1) 
" High conscious planets arbitrate the soul: 
" Receive this Gem by favouring synods given, 
" Approach, appreciate what's approved by Hea- 

" ven. 
" Charms yet unmatch'd are thine in Hymen's 

" chain, 
" Enjoy what thousands have desir'd in vain." 

She said : soft symphonies melodious rose, 
Arid a short thunder ratified the vows. 
To every hill the happy augury spread, 
And every bow'r thrice wav'cl its leafy head. 
The powers divine, consenting, fill the place : 
High Honor's son immortal wreaths embrace. 
Shed rose, shed pansy through the blest abodes, 
Such incense grateful rises to the Gods. 
The mysteries of the saffron robe they greet; 
Soft wishes, chaste desires, and kisses sweet. 
Entrancing touch, — th' involuntary tear, 
Unfetter'd licence, — love for ever dear. 

(l) Sidera effectus rerum omnium ant notant, ant movent, 

Vide Stoic Philosophy. 

Deep 



CANTO V. 89 

Deep sighs, and heartfelt sobs, of rapturous breaths, 
Passion's fierce clasps, and friendship's living deaths. 
These and ten-thousand silent comforts flow, 
Adulterous lust ne'er knew, or e'er shall know. 
Then join'd all nature's love — inspired hour; 
Each feather' d warbler sought the nuptial bow'r. 
Bright roses without thorn spontaneous bloom : 
Young Flora's train shed every rich perfume. 
While Lydian airs each warm pulsation move, (1) 
And raise the high felicity of love. 

Say, Muse, how graceful smil'd love's happy 
maid, 
Conscious of worth, in honest joys array'd, 
Her beauty rising from an heart at ease, 
Love's happy reign, and boundless wish to please. 
Illumin'd high by his superior rays, (2) 
The pride of worlds, and Cassio's endless praise. 

'Tis thus emerging from the shades of earth, 
Obstruction base, to conscious pride of worth ; 
Bright Luna rises on the sable night, 
And spreads abroad a flood of silver light. 

The bounteous fates by CoRYDOisr were blest: 
His flocks and fields afford their wanted rest. 
Once more his Helen is his heart's delight, 
His daily comfort and his dream by night : 

(1) Vide Homer,, Rhapsody a. 

(2) V A wife shines by the rays of the husband." 

Blackstone. 

He 



90 E M M A. 

He creeps in hoary age content along, 
Bless'd by the aged — honoured by the young f 
Calmly expectant of the mortal call, 
Secure to rise, the moment of his fall. 

The friendly swains now to the cot repair, 
Curious : — the end and means they seek with care. 
To Jove — high source of all — their vows aspire : 
To view the massy staff they all require ; 
The massy staff in vain the crouds explore ; 
The massy staff on earth was found no more. 
In ether high it mounts,-— 'twas Jove's com- 
mand (1) 
Grasp'd there for ever in Orion's hand, 
Shines high portentous in its splendor full, 
In act to strike the brindled-headed bull. 
Fierce streams its radiance in exalted air; 
* The terror of the traitors of the fair." (2) 
Whilst to its native stars — the poet saw 
Beauty's bright zone in meteor pomp withdraw. 
Meanwhile this truth pervades Chrysetto's 
soul, 
4 That gentlest brooks resist the proud controul/ 
Left free they grace the flow'r enamell'd field, 
And brightest pleasure, softest music yield. 



(1) This apotheosis completetli all'. 

' Cedite Grail, Cedite Romani Scriptores.* Scriblerus. 

(2) Ceelumreslat ' timeo simulucra Deorum.' Ovid. 

Smootk 



CANTO v. m 

Smooth are the riplings which unfetter d move, 
But fierce the billows of restrained love. 

And now the secret blast of Cassio's fame 
Reaches his ear, and lovely Helen's name: 
Cynthio high rises in his heart's embrace, 
United — Emma's love and Cy^thio's grace: 
Strong rhetoricians they, and now beguile, 
Painting the picture in a pleasant style. 
His prospects clear, he sees by Wisdom's beam 
That love, not wealth, secures the bliss supreme: 
He sees in Cynthio every manly charm 
To win the wisest, and the oldest warm. 
His virtue's worth hears every tongue proclaim : 
Nor small from noble birth he sees his claim. (1) 
Could he resist decrees divinely given, 
Union of hearts, united long of Heaven ? 
Form'd each for each to spread the fair renown, 
And hand his honours to an age unknown. 
Could he resist? the Gods are not denied; 
The Sun soon saw the virgin in the bride : 
Smil'd Venus by a mother's rapture mov'd, 
United now the youth and maid she lov'd. 
Skies shed their riches, sereal notes delight, 
And Jove's own thunder sanctioned all the rite. 



(1) II avoit de la NaiiTance, ce qui pese fortenent avec Ies 
gens comme ilfaut: quoiqu'il paroit que ses Aieux avoient 
mal reussis dans les guerres civiles et nationales. 

Vide the Preamble of the Patent of HypolitusE. of * * * 



n E M M A. 

Th' attendant pow'rs the mystic vow approve, 
And hymeneals op'd the gate of Love. 
The Fairy Elves, with field dews round repair, 
To bless the bride-bed in its future heir. 
Long thro' the dome the merry hosts rejoice, 

Straining their ditties in no mortal voice. 

* * * * * 

Our Little Bark here strikes her swelling sails, 
Long fill'd with various as with favouring gales : 
Moors safe athwart the temple of fair Fame, 
There consecrates for ever Emma's name. 



('93 ) 



The following PORTRAITS belong to the 
Catalogue of Worthies. 



AT Queen's seven years, gives Bubus passport 
sure, 
At ball — at play — Beau — Critic — Connois- 
seur. 
Yet what his grounds to mount the lofty chair ? — 
Silence profound — and thousands eight per year. 
Silence does wonders ! — fame by silence flies : 
" Varnishes fools, and cheats th' unwary wise. (1) 
Silent — he seems to think — to judge, to note : 
The timid dread — the bolder stop — in doubt. 
By nods, or shrugs, he blasts or raises names, 
Stamps all — or books — or pictures— knights or 

dames. 
If forc'd to speak — from common place he whines, 
" Thus Tully has it — Bossu thus defines/' 
In picture too — Names is his utmost stretch: 
" Titian — Correggio — keeping — finished 
" sketch/' — 



(l) Pope's Ode to Silence. 

Or 



( 94> ) 
Or ** cold'' or * warm" — the master therb 

" is seen" 

" Phidias or Raphael, Lulli or Poussin. (1) 
" With half the world he seems a Man of muse, 
" Unmask — all Index Learning, and Re- 

" VIEWS." 

Honoria next — thrice happy maid! appears 
' In single blessedness' — scarce mark'd of 

years. 
Nor last, nor least *mong beauties is her boast, 
Of Evesham's vale she reigns the lively toast. 
Fair fortune in an amplitude of farms 
Gave the new gloss to amplitude of charms. 
What hosts of 'hungry lovers, young and old, 
Priests, soldiers, drawn by sacred thirst of gold: (2) 
And broken lords — right honourable band, (3) 
With fly-blown titles — stinking thro' the land. 
Manorial rent-rolls, vile attornies move: 
The High cultured Mind escapes these loons 

of love. 
With honest scorn she saw their sordid ends : 
In high contempt she chac'd the Lubber Fiends. 



(1) This great connoisseur has often blundered the names 
of statuaries with those of painters and musicians. 

(2) Auri sacra fames. 

(3) " So are they ail— all honourable men." 

Shakesp. Julius C&sar. 

With 



( 95 ) 

ff appy and free she lives, — by all ador'd, 
Unknown the fetters of a wedded lord. 
Empress o'er all, she floats sublime along, 
JPriz'd by the bard, the honour of his song. 



HORACE 



MODERNISED. 



( 98 ) 



AD 



ARISTIUM FUSCUM. 



HORACE LIB. I. EPIST. 10. 



U RBIS amatorem Fuscum, salvere jubemus 
Rtiris ama tores : hac in re scilicet una 
Multum dissimiles, at cetera pene gemelli. 
Fraternis animis : quidquid negat alter, et alter, 
Annuimus paritur: vetuli notique Columbi, 
Tu nidum servas ; 



Eao 



( 99 ) 



EPISTLE 



TO 



WILLIAM BLACKSTONE, Esq. 



BlACKSTONE ! whilst you soar high in fields 

of fame, 
And from amusements fix a deathless name ; 
Well tun'd thy voice, th' embellishment of sense, 
Learn'd, not obtrusive, wise without pretence, 
Stop thy delightful course, awhile attend 
These artless numbers of an artless friend. 
If rural joys abstract me from mankind : 
If town delights seduce your easy mind : 
Say, shall I censure you for want of taste ? 
Nor you retort ! a drawn game 'tis at best. — 
In points like these we ever shall dissent, 
Concurring else in every sentiment. 
Twins in opinion — brothers in our love, 
What you applaud I fervently approve. 

e 2 Second 



JOO HORACE 



Ego laudo ruris amceni, 
Rivos, et musco circumlita saxa, nemusque. 
Quid quaeris ! vivo et regno simul ista reliqui* 



Quae 



MODERNISED. 101 

Second your motions, praise all you compose, 
Attack in verse, or briskly charge in prose, 
But when the dc'el is in you, you prefer, 
To country breathings, turbid Westminster; 
I fret, and swear by all the rural Gods, 
Heaven never made two souls so much at odds. 
Oh happy fields — clear streams, and shady 

groves ! 
And happier he who sees you, and who loves. 
Come with thy criticising eye, explore 
My life — but first survey my rustic bow'r. 
Like Sylvanus, or Pan's green lodge is mine; 
Poets you know romantic things design: 
With meads and woods my landscape gardenings 

glow, 
To softest measures limpid waters flow. 
See May's fine month hangs out her clust'ring 

flow'rs, 
And merry blackbirds tune my chesnut bowers. 
With ear of connoisseur I sit, and note, 
The scale of merit of each feathered throat. 
My grot's the seat of sweet' st repose, confest : 
There sound divines and statesmen sometimes rest; 
There gentlest poppy forms the calmy bed 
And turns to sleep, or poetry the head : 
And friendship's tree, the vine, affords herj 

pleasing shade. 

e3 Mildmay 



102 HORACE 



Quae vos ad ccelum fertis rumore secundo, 
Utque sacerdotis fugitivus, liba recuso ; 
Pane egeo jam mellitis potiore placentis. 



Vivere 



MODERNISED. 103 

Mildmay oft sits delighted, and regales (1) 
Tongue-conquer'd Oglethorpe with endless 

tales. (2) 
Dingleius reverend from his hoary hair: (3) 
There bounds in gallic spirit debonair : 
Whilst Clara deigns with Sylvia to prolong 
Soft evening's shade with music and a song. 
In humble pride my stuccoed cot aspires : 
No winters vex me, and no summer tires: 
Yon north-east rising turns sharp blasts away : 
And these green fences the solstitial ray. 
Favonian breezes I admit, and breathe 
The sweets they gather from the thymy heath e 
Nor yet obtrusive to the public view, 
A darksome glade's the pleasing avenue. 
Emerging thence — opens the smooth shorn green, 
There clad in virgin white my box is seen. 
Low in its beauty — comfort's calm retreat, 
Nor fears the thunder that assails the great. 
'Tis true no marble statues grace my cell : 
Parisian plaster yet may do as well. 
No Titian tints are mine, no gaudy Van : (4) 
Yet sketch from nature decently I can. 

(1) The Honorable F. Mildmay, E. Fitzwalter. 

(2) General Oglethorpe, settler of Florida, &c. a great 
talker but out-talked by his friend M. 

(3) R. Dingley,Efq. of Kent. 

(4) This is not quite true, the author having many fine 
originals, 

e 4 Let 



104 HORACE 



J 



Vivere naturae si convenienter oportet. 
Ponendae que domo querenda est area primum ; 
Novistine locum potiorem rure beato ? 
Est ubi plus tepeant hyemes ? ubi gratior aura 



Leniat 



MODERNISED. 105 

Let pompous libraries grace Lord Vacuum's seat, 
Four full recesses hold my mental treat. 
If I compose, the native spring of brains, 
Flows thro' my quill, and furnishes the strains. 
Not but from books some charming hints accrue : 
I still detest the servile thieving crew. (1) 
Han deli/ s rich treasures my domain affords, 
Clara's fine taste gives beauty to the chords. 
At length calm night draws on her dusky deep 
And summons nature to the caves of sleep, 
Happy beyond an eastern monarch, I— 
In beauty's arms the sweets of life enjoy. 
Let hapless batchelors cold pallats press : 
Pope prates — Pope never tasted happiness. 

But morn awakes — gay larks attune the Skies; 
Sports then leap up —but not a blackbird dies. 
I range my shrubs, and tend the rising fiow'rs, 
Exclude hot Suns — admit the genial showers : 
Marry, my tendrils to the husband oak : 
And summons apples from a barren stock. 
With what delights the deepning shades I see, 
And curse the ax that fells a beauteous tree. 
How pleas'd to hear my Bijou in the grove (2) 
Announce the friend whom from my heart I love. 



(1) Imitatores odi — servumpecus. 

Mons. Boileau dit, qu'il est permis par Pexemple des an- 
ciens d'allumer son cierge a lenamuie d'autrui, mais nonpas 
de leur voler le flambeau. 

(2) Favorite Spanish parlour dog of the author's. 

E 5 Your 



106 HORACE 



Leniat et rabiem Canis, et momenta Leonis 7 
Cum semel accepit solem furibundus acutum? 
Est ubi depellat somnos minus invida curat 
Deterius Libycis olet aut nitet herba lapillis ? 
Purior in vicis aqua tendit rumpefre plumbum, 
Quam quas per pronum trepidat cum murmure 

rivum ? 
Nempe inter varias nutritur silva Columnas ; 
Laudaturque domus, longos quae prospicit agros. 



Naturauv 



MODERNISED. 107 

Your narrow streets but little suit my turn: 
Carts, coaches, coxcombs, painted toasts I spurn. 
Poets — a peaceful tribe ! retirement love : 
Augusta's walls hold no Athenian grove. 
Who can like Descazeaux abstracted range, (1) 
And find a Leasowes on the buzzing ' Change ?' 

Yet self-denial is the greatest praise, 
T' himself no mortal lives — so Paulus says. (2) 
Thus to please Clar I quit my rural cell, 
Four months in twelve in fashion's smoke to dwell. 
There take a part, tho' from my soul I hate, 
Routs — hurricanes — and seem to like the state. 
Join the gay croud where numerous tapers glow : (3) 
And tho' no courtier, make at court my bow. 
Nay, sometimes haunt the motley masquerade : 
Fair Venus grows divine — in nightly shade. 
Constant at operas, a taste to boast : 
And get a name by flirting with a toast. 
Yet on full tide of fashion borne along ; 
I sigh, — great Gods ! oh snatch me from this 

throng. 
Waft me ye pow'rs to air and rural glee ! 
You Mar-le-bon has not one charm for me, 



(1) Le Chevalier Descazeaux, a poor French knight, an 
Insane, well known at the Bedford and other coffee houses as 
a poet, singular in dress and address. 

(2) Forno man liveth to himself. Cor. 2. 10. 11. 

(3) True picture of Fashionable town life. 

e 6 Hark! 



108 HORACE 



Naturam expellas furcd : tamen usque recurred 
Et mala perrumpet furtim fastidia victrix. 



MbBw 



MODERNISED. 109 

Hark ! o'er Scotch granite cracks the chariot gay : 
Are these your downs, I cry; and verdant way? 
Are waters forc'd up leaden tubes to creep 
Pure as the rill that murmurs down the steep ? 
Why are trees brought to town for smoke to kill ? 
Why houses priz'd that squint on Primrose hill? 
Nature is Nature — all invention rack — 
To drive her out, you'll find her stealing back. 
O Nature ! gentle Goddess ! still's the cry — 
Health, best of blessings, haunts your purest Sky. 
And will you, man of deepest thought ! resist ! 
And in your popularity persist ? 
I hate your adage which you preach and praise — 
" Bliss is not local — 'tis the mind that sways/' 
My heart and actions strangely disagree, 
I plead— and humble at hypocrisy. 
More honest you— like gold you stand the test, 
And uniformly never change your nest. 
You deem the finest prospect your dark hall; (1) 
There — bless my Gods ! I never had a call. 
From my full soul pity the wretched cit, 
Whose fate hangs trembling on a council's wit. 
I fly the scene with full as quick a pace 
As if sharp cholics pinch'd me with disgrace. 
To grottoes fly — to overhanging rocks, 
To brooks, soft murmuring, and to shady oaks, 

(1) Westminster hall, 

There 



110 HORACE 



Non, qui Sidonio contendere callidus ostro 
Nescit Aquinatem potantia vellera fucum 
Certius accepit damnum, propiusve medullis, 
Quam qui non poterit vero distinguere falsum. 
Quam res plus nimio delectavere secundas, 
Mutatae quatient. Si quid mirabere, pones 
Invitus ; fuge magna : licet sub paupere tecto 
Reges et regum vita precurrere amicos. 



Cervus 



MODERNISED. ' 111 

There I respire and grow again a king : 
New preen my wings, and like a beggar, sing. 
Like plain John Bull, escaped the sieur Deschoux, 
Prize my down mutton far beyond ragous. 
Yield then — let Brown present some pleasant 

dream, (1) 
Your castle's site — this wood — or yonder stream, 
Perhaps some hints — my groves — my — ha, you 

laugh ! 
Prospects! — dear friend — from prospects you lie 

safe. 
Give me high Richmond's scope : is that the ill ! 
Sir Robert summons — he'll soon top the hill : (2) 
Sir Robert, the Sky-scraping mass shall rear: 
Sir Robert's cots, are castles in the air. 

Of knowledges the first and best in sooth 
Is to distinguish error from the truth. 
To know what will, and what will never last : 
And shun new blunders, steering by the past* 
The man who basks in any courtly Sun 
Must tremble when a scouling cloud comes on, 
And he who soars with Icarus may rue, 
Pangs strange to him who makes his little do. 
To live in bounds, is never to be poor : 
No wolf e'er howls at any wise man's door. 



(1) Famous capability Brown, planner of grounds, &c. 

(2) Sir Robert Taylor, architect. 

And 



112 HORACE 



Cervus equum pugna melior commimibus herbis 
Pellebat : donee minor in certamine longo 
Imploraverit opes hominis, frenumque recepit. 
Sed postquam victor victo discessit ab hoste, 
Non equitem dorso, non frenum depulit ore. 
Sic qui pauperiem veritus, potiore metallis 
Libertate caret ; dominum vehet improbus, atque 
Serviet aeternum, quia parvo nesciet uti. 
Cui non conveniet sua res, ut calceus olim, 
Si pede major erit, subvertet: si minor, uret. 



Lsetus 



MODERNISED. 113 

And oft in cabins mild contentment springs, 
Unknown to kings — or parasites of kings. 

Once on a time (I think 'tis ifcsop's brood, 
It matters not, the fable's full as good.) 
The stag superior tyrannised the field, 
The horse from contests vain, was forc'd to yield, 
He flies to man, implores his sovereign sway, 
Receives his curb, and drives the foe away. 
Thanks his assistance,- asks his freedom past. 
The De'el a bit, the man was up, and fast. 

Thus the unbalanced mind lets life slip by, 
Ridden by bugbears of pale poverty. 
Whilst he who knows purse-tactics knows no fears ; 
Is happy careful — thence no slave to care. 

A mind at ease is luxury indeed : 
Yet soundest Zenos many littles need. 
A snug estate, my friend, has many a charm : 
'Tis a surtout well lin'd with ermine warm. 
Whilst a strait fortune, like a pinching shoe, 
May force a saint to swear — as I — or you. 

If like the miller you your lot possess, (1) 
" Would be no greater — and defy being less," 
You hold the summit of true wisdom's craving, 
The " ne plus ultra" e'en of Heaven's own having. 
Wealth like or fire or flood's a charming slave, 
But once our master — better in one's grave. 

(1) Vide Song of the Miller of Mansfield. 

Some 



114 HORACE 

Laetus sorte tua vives sapienter, Aristi ! 
Nee me dimittes incastigatum, ubi plura 
Cogere quam satis est, ac non cessare videbor. 
Imperat aut servit collecta pecunia cuique ; 
Tortum digna sequi potius quam ducere funem. 



MODERNISED. 115 

Some starve thro' dread of starving, midst a store : 
Your friend — if ever seen with face of H * * * 
Rise, spare him not, it is a friendly part : 
Ply him with maxims, reason melts his heart. 
Maxims are wondrous things, could we like 

Paul (1) 
Practise content whatever lot befal : 
But spite of all your philosophic pill, 
The spectre " Want" will rise do all you will. 



(1) I have learned in whatever state I am therewith to be 
content. Epistle to Timothy^ 



ARIADNE 



TO 



THESEUS, 



( 118 ) 



ARIADNE THESEO. 



OVID. 



JVLlTIUS inveni, quam te, genus omne ferarum 
Credita non ulli, quam tibi, pejus eram. 

Quae legis, ex illo, Theseu, tibi litore mitto. 
Unde tuam sine me vela tulere ratem 

In quo me somnusque meus male prodidit, et tu 
Per facinus somnis insidiate meis. 



Tempus 



( H9 ) 



ARIADNE 



TO 



THESEUS. 



OAY, ruthless youth, in whom my faith is vain. 
Shall savage beasts in fierceness yield to man ? 
Exposed on this inhospitable coast, 
Is the sad writer to be ever lost ? 
Say, must she here for ever, ever mourn ? 
Love's wretched maid deserted and forlorn? 
On barren rocks, — outcast of worlds be thrown, 
To live in terrors and to die unknown? 

To thee I call, tho' cross the fluctuous way: 
O may some friendly gale my sighs convey ! 
Theseus I call— plough back the briny main: 
Youth ever lovely — ah belov'd in vain ! 
Left is thy Love, with hungry wolves to dwell : 
Was it a fault, ye Gods, to love too well ? 
Secure in sleep — in happy dreams I laid, 
Warm in thy warmth — nor thought my Theseus 
fled. 

Dear 



120 ARIADNE 

Tempus erat; vitrea quo primum terra pruina 

Spargitur et tectae fronde queruntur aves. 
Incertum vigilans, a somno languida, movi 

Thesea prensuras semisupina manus. 
Nullus erat : referoque manus, iterumque retento^ 

Perque torum moveo brachea : nullus erat. 
Excussere metus somnum conterrita surgo : 

Membraque sunt viduo praecipitata toro. 
Protinus adductis sonuerunt pectora palmis : 

Usque erat a somno turbida, rapta coma est 
Luna fuit: specto si quid, nisi littora, cernam. 

Quod videant oculi, nil nisi littus, habent. 
Nunc hunc, nunc illuc, et utroque sine ordine 
curro : 

Alta puellares tardat arena pedes. 
Interea toto clamant litore, Theseu, 

Reddebat nomen concava saxa tuum. 
Et quoties ego te, toties locus ipse vocabat. 

Ipse locus miseras ferre volebat opera. 



Mons 



TO THESEUS. in 

Dear scenes of love my slumbers e'er employ ; 
Theseus protecting — all within was joy. 
Deceitful visions ! curs'd insidious sleep ! 
You lull'd my sense, whilst Theseus sought the 

deep. 
Subtly he fled, whilst all entranc'd I lay: 
Phebus, my foe, restrained the rising daj^. 
No chearful linnet wak'd the leafless wood: 
Hoar frosts, and waning Moons mark'd out the 

road. 
You sought the deep, you spread the traitorous 

sails : 
Trait'rous alike then blew the freshening gales. 
From sleep, half waking, round my arms I mov'd 
T' embrace my lord who late so fondly lov'd ; 
I found thee gone — what horrors did I prove 
To find my bed untreasur'd of my love ! 
In fright I rise, sleep instant fled away ; 
Sw r ift from the widow'd couch I make my way. 
With wringing hands my heaving breast I wouncl ? 
I rend my tresses, and I stamp the ground. 
Then far in ocean, by the Moon's pale light, 
I strain my eyes to ascertain thy flight. 
Fruitless research ! the bright reflex I see, 
And silver' d rocks in dead tranquillity : 
Distressed — distract — I run now here — now there, 
Thro' the deep sands all frantic in despair: 
Theseus, thro' all the sounding shore I cried: 
Theseus, the rocks and hollow shores replied. 

f At 



122 ARIADNE 



Mons fuit: apparent frutices in vertice rari 

Hinc scopulus raucis pendet adesus aquis. 
Adscendo : (vires animus dabat) : atque ita late 

iEquora prospectu metior alta meo. 
Inde ego (nam ventis quoque sum crudelibus usa) 

Vidi praecipti carbasa tenta noto. 
Aut vidi: aut etiam, cum me vidisse putarem, 

Frigidior glacie semi animisque fui. 
Nee languere diu patitur dolor: excitor illo, 

Excitor; et surama Thesea voce voco. 
Quo fugis ? exclamo : scelerate revertere Theseu. 

Flecte ratem : numerum non habet ilia suum. 
Haec ego: quod voci deerat, plangore replebam, 

Verbera cum verbis mixta fuere meis. 
Si non audires, ut saltern cernere posses. 

Jactatae late signa dedere manus. 
Candidaque imposui longae velamina virgae, 

Scilicet oblitos admonitura mei. 
Jamque oculis ereptus eras : turn denique flevi. 

Torpuerant molles ante dolere genae. 
Quid potius facerent, quam me mea lumina flerent. 

Postquam desierant vela videre tua? 
Aut ego diffusis erravi sola capillis, 

Qualis ab Ogygio concita Baccha Deo : 



Aut 



tO THESEUS. 123 

At every plaint the lonely wild complains, 
Mov'd at my griefs and conscious of my pains. 
An hill was near, with shaggy summit green, 
Whose giddy brow surveyed the roaring main ; 
Thither I fly with spirits wild supplied, 
And measure with my eye the rolling tide. 
Far off—- far off I saw thy well known sails, 
Thro' the dim light, and fill'd with swelling gales : 
I saw — I hopM that I by thee were seen, 
Yet e'en in hope despair froze every vein. 
Like a pale ghost I stood — but stood not long : 
Grief rais'cl my voice — grief mov'd my trembling 

tongue. 
Loud as I could : " ah whither youth," I cried, 
" Theseus return, — ah plow again the tide : 
" Turn, turn thy ship, nor leave behind thy j 

" bride." 

I could no more — but beat my throbbing breast : 
Groans, sobs and sighs the residue express'd. 
Often I wavM my wretched hands in air, 
Thou might'st have seen — if thou hadst fail'd to 

hear. 
White signals too I hoisted in the wind, 
All, all essay'd, but hardened was thy mind. 
Soon thou wast lost, then tears began to flow, 
Till then suspended by the weight of woe. 
W r hat better task could eyes perform than weep, 
Since now no more they view'd thee on the deep. 
F 2 Now 



ied,^ 



124 ARIADNE 



Aut mare prospiciens in saxo frigida sedi : 

Quamque lapis sedes, tarn lapis ipsa fui. 
Saspe torum repeto, qui nos acceperat ambos; 

Sed non acceptos exhibiturus erat. 
Et tua, qua possum, pro te, vestigia tango. 

Strataque, quae membris intepuere tuis : 
Incumbo, lacrimisque toro manante profusis, 

Pressimus, exclamo, te duo : redde duos, 
Veninms hue ambo ; cur non discedimus ambo ? 

Perride, pars nostri, lectule, major ubi est? 
Quid faciam? quo sola ferar ? vacat insula cultu. 

Non hominum video, non ego facta bourn. 
Omne latus terrae cingit mare : navita nusquam : 

Nulla per ambiguas puppis itura vias. 
Finge dari comitesque mihi, ventosque, ratemque ; 

Quid sequar ? accessus terra paterna negat, 
Ut rate felici pacata per asquora labar : 

Temperet ut ventos iEolus, exul ero. 



Non 



TO THESEUS. 125 

Now like a Bacchanal I wildly rove, 
With hair dishevelled cursing thee, my love. 
Now with flx'd eyes upon the rock's cold height, 
Senseless, I hang: a statue to the sight. 
Oft to the grot my raving way I made, 
No Theseus there— all silent— dreary— dead. 
The scenes you lov'd I passionately trace ; 
I seize your robes, and press them in embrace. 
Then on our couch my wretched limbs I thrown : 
That dear lov'd couch I wet with tears of woe. 
You held us both, w T ith frantic voice I cry, 
Oh sweet embraces !— amorous extasy ! 
Those joys are vanished, all my vows are vain: 
Perfidious bed, but more perfidious man! 
Have I a friend ! ah no — then whither fly ? 
These wretched dells no signs of life supply. 
Uncultur'd heaths, of chearful verdure bare ; 
Unknown of man, no human footstep here. 
No fertile plough e'er stirr'd these savage fields : 
From drenching storms no cot its shelter yields. 
Th' unpitying seas hem in on every side : 
No friendly bark to waft me o'er the tide : 
Yet what avails, were any waftage nigh, 
Without my Theseus, vain for me to fly! 
Tho' every God should soften every gale, 
Calm every billow, fill each milky sail, 
A wretch, an exile o'er the world I roam, 
For ever banish'd from my native home. 

r 3 Mansions 



126 ARIADNE 

Non ego te, Crete, centum digesta per urbes ? 

Aspiciam, puero, cognita terra Jovi. 
Nam pater, et Tellus justo regnata parenti, 

Prodita sunt facto, nomina cara, meo. 
Cum tibi ne victor tecto morerere recurvo, 

Quae regerent passus, produce fila dedi. 
Cum mihi dicebas, per ego ipsa pericula juro, 

Te fore, dum nostrum vivet uterque meam. 
Vivimus, et non sum Theseu, tua: si modo vivis. 

Fcemina, perjuri fraude repulta viri. 
Me, quoque qua fratrem mactasses improbe clava, 

Esset quam dederas morte soluta fides. 
Nunc ego non tantum quag sum passura recordor ; 

Sed quaecunque potest ulla relicta pati, 
Occurrunt animo pereundi mille figurae : 

Morsque minus pcenae quam mora mortis habet. 
Jam, jam venturos aut hac, aut suspicor iliac, 

Qui lanient avido viscera dente lupos. 



Forsitaj 



TO THESEUS. 127 

Mansions of bliss, must I no more review : 
Long lov'd, long honoured Creta, all adieu. 
No more just Minos' reign must I behold . 
Paternal arms no — never more enfold ; 
All lost for thee — and to my ruin most, 
Thou too, my Theseus, thou, for ever lost ! 

Was it for this I fix'd the guiding clue ! 
Taught thee the Labyrinth's mazes to undo ! 
Was it for this, a daughter lov'd — should dare 
In love of thee, defy a parent's war ! 
Hark! hark thy oaths— some traces yet remain; 
The lover's refuge from impending pain : 
The Gods above were witness to thy vow : 
Perjur'd ! indignant, they behold thee now. 
Oh had that sword which smote the Minotaur, 
Thy country's pest, long drench'd with human 

gore, 
That sword descending on my panting breast 
Had freed thee of thy oaths, and sent me to my 

rest. 
To rest, from pangs of wounded conscience wrought, 
Just retribution for rebellion's fault. 
Yet let them rage — I am prepar'd to bear; 
Bold, see me rise — my courage from despair, 
Tho' death in thousand shapes invade me round ; 
His long delay is crueller than the wound. 
E'en now from every side my fears suggest; 
Here rabid wolves the savage hills infest : 

f 4 Those 



128 A RI AD NE 

Forsitan et fulvos tellus alat ista leones. 

Quis scit, an haec saevas tigrides insula habet } 
Et freta dicuntur magnas expellere Phocas. 

Quid vetat et gladios perlatus ire meum ? 
Tantum ne religer dura captiva catena ; 

Neve traham serva grandia pensa manu : 
Cui pater est Minos, cui mater filia Phcebi: 

Quodque magis memini, quag tibi pacta fui. 
Si mare, si terras, porrectaque litora vidi ; 

Multa mihi terrae, multa minantur aqua?. 
Ccelum restabat: timeo simulacra Deorum. 

Destituor rapidis praeda cibusque feris. 
Sive colunt habitantque viri, diffidimus illis. 

Externos didici laesa timere viros. 
Viveret Androgeus utinam nee facta luisses 

Irapia funeribus, Cecropi terra tuis ! 
Nee tua mactasset nodoso stipite, Theseu, 

Ardua parte virum dextera, parte bourn! 
Nee tibi, quae reditus monstrarent fila dedissem; 

Fila per adductas saepe recepta manus ! 
Non equidem miror, si stat victoria tecum. 

Strataque Cretaeam bellua tinxit humum, 



Non 



TO THESEUS. 129 

Those darksome woods conceal the lion's lair, 
The fierce-ey'd tyger, and the shaggy bear : 
Yon furrowy seas amphibious foes afford : 
What, what restrains me from the deathful sword! 
No captive e'er was so distress'd as I, 
GalFd by such chains, plung'd in such misery. 
I, sprung from Minos — high and glorious name : 
Apollo's daughter was my mother s claim. 
Yet, more than all, prized next to all divine, 
Theseus, my glory 'twas, to call thee mine. 
If lands, if seas, or rocky shores I've seen, 
Much have lands threaten'd, much the roaring 

main : 
The Heavens alone I deem'd were free from fear; 
Alas ! the figures of the Gods are there. 
Me miserable ! to wild beasts a prey, 
If men live here, I hold them fierce as they. 
Deceiv'd by thee, experience sad I gain : 
Mistrust is mine, a greater savage, — Max. 
O that Axdrogeus liv'd — the crime away, 
Which gave CecPvOpia's youth, the monster's prey ! 
O that thy hand were guiltless of the wound 
Which dy'd with monster's blood the Cretan 

ground ! 
Would to the Gods ! I ne'er "had shewn the ways, 
The silken clue that clear'd thee thro' the maze I 
That Theseus should with victory be crown'd, 
And stretch his foe, hot bleeding, on the ground, 
F 5 Is 



130 ARIADNE 

Non poterant figi preecordia ferria cornu : 
At te non tegeres pectore tutus eras. 

Illic tu silices, illic adamanta tulisti : 
Illic, qui silices, Thesea, vincat habes* 



Crudelis somni, qui me tenuistis inertem ? 
At semel aeterna nocte premenda fui. 

Vos 



TO THESEUS. 131 

Is now no feat for wond'ring tongues to tell : 
For what could harm a bosom hard as steel ? 
If thou unarmM hadst set upon the beast, 
His hardest horn was softer than thy breast. 
There flinty rocks, and stony cliffs appear; 
Nay, rocks are soft, to what thou bearest there. 
Gods !' of what stuff form'd ye that youthful heart ! 
Capricious — wayward — grateless every part : 
Cruel!— you rais'd love's tumults in my breast: 
Wretch ! 'twas thy sport to rob my heart of rest. 
Inspir'd by thee — unhappy passion flames : 
Friend ! lover ! husband ! dear beloved names. 
Won by thy arts — you saw my honest soul, 
With thee how blest to have roam'd from pole to 

pole : 
No storm, no tempest could have power to move, 
Theseus was mine; and all my heart was love. 
Fearless of danger, 'twas my honest pride, 
In war's attire to grace thy warlike side. 
No changeful Gods in all my Heaven appear: 
Thy vows I deem'd were as my own-— sincere. 
Blow winds, I cried, fierce hurricanoes fall, 
Theseus is mine, and love's a shield from all* 
Of storms and tempests little did I know, 
But less, far less, that Theseus was my foe. 
Why, cruel dreams, did ye my senses steep! 
Why not eternal made ye then that sleep ? 

y 6 A& 



132 ARIADNE 

Vos quoque, crudeles venti, nimiumque parati y 
Flaminaque in lacrymas officiosa meas. 

Dextera erudelis, qua3 me fratremque necavit: 
Et data poscenti, nomen inane,, fides. 

In me jurarant somnus, ventus, fidesque. 
Prodi ta sum causis una puella tribus. 



Ergo ego nee lacrimas matris moritura videbo : 
Nee, mea qui digitis lumina condat erit? 

Spiritus infelix peregrinas ibit in auras : 
Nee positos artus unguet arnica manus ? 

Ossa superstabunt volucres inhumata marina? 
Hsec sunt officiis digna sepulchra meis I 



Ibis Cecropios portus, patriaque receptus- 
Cum steteris urbis celsus in arce tua, 

Et bene narraris letum taurique, virique, 
Sectaque per dubias saxea tecta vias; 

Me quoque narrate sola tellure relictam ? 
Non ego sum titulis surripienda tuis. 



Non pater est zEgeus, nee tu Pittheidos /Ethr^ 
Filius ? auc tores saxa fretumque tui. 



Di 



TO THESEUS. 133 

Ah mild had been thy hand to have ta'en my breath 
Than here expose to die a daily death. 
Ye too, from dire despair, officious gales. 
Drew bitter tears — I slept — ye fill' d his sails. 
Remorseless hand ! my brother's pest and mine, 
Where the faith vow'd ? ah now an empty sign. 
Sleep, winds, and vows, combined to overthrow 
Me, helpless maid, with complicated woe. 

Here must I die — no mother s pitying tear 
To bathe my corse — no father form my bier. 
What friend compose these limbs with pitying eye, 
This trembling shade — ah, whither must it fly > 
But uninterr'd my hapless form must lay 7 
To screaming birds, and hungry beasts a prey. 
Is this, O Theseus,, worthy me, who darM, 
Me, thy soul's friend, thy council, and thy guard f 
—Go — to Cecropia fly — thy native soil, 
There rest thy virtue overcome of toil : 
When stretch'd at ease in castle's sumptuous state, 
To thronging friends thou dost the fight relate ; 
Tell how thy prowess laid the monster dead ; 
Tell how thou scap'dst perdition by a thread : 
Me too, deserted, in the story name : 
A ruin'd virgin wounds no hero's fame. 
Call'st thou iEGEUS sire ! art thou the child 
Of the fair zEthra ! parents ever mild : 
No — horrid rocks, and savage oceans joined 
To form thee, Man — the terror of thy kind. 

Yet 



134 ARIADNE 

Di facerent, ut me summa de puppe videres ! 

Movisse vultus moesta figura tuos. 
Nunc quoque non oculis, sed, qua potes, aspice 
mente. 

Hasrentem scopulo, quern vaga pulsat aqua, 
Aspice demissos lugentis in ore capillos : 

Et tunicas lacrimis, sicut ab imbre, graves. 
Corpus, ut impulsae segetes aquilonibus, horret : 

Litteraque articulo pressa tremente labat. 
Non te per meritum, quoniam male cessit, adero 

Debita sit facto gratia nulla meo : 
Sed nee poena quidem : si non ego causa salutis r 

Non tamen est, cur sis tu mihi causa necis. 



Has tibi plagendo lugubria pectora lassas^ 

Infelix tendo trans freta longa manus. 
Hos tibi, qui superant, ostendo moesta capillos. 

Per lacrimas oro, quas tua facta movent ; 
Flecte ratem, Theseu ; versoque relabere velo.. 
Si prius occidero, tu tamen ossa feres. 



TO THESEUS. 135 

Yet would to Gods ! thou didst discern me 
here 
My piteous state might start a sudden tear. 
Then what thou canst, see me with mental eye : 
Imagination — paint my misery ! 
See me all wretched on the mountain's brow, 
Naked to storms — sad spectacle of woe ! 
Torn by rude gales my once all-graceful hairs; 
My garments wetted by fast-falling tears. 
Cold, cold the winds — unsheltered here I stand, 
These lines will speak the tremors of my hand. 
For aids afforded, no returns I claim, 
Sports of vain babblers they, and lying fame. 
No — let no sufferings plead : if in thy heart 
No self-born stings of strong compunction dart 

Tho' I, thy saviour, in extremest need 

— Go — and let death remunerate my deed. 

Yet, yet these hands in dire distress extend, 
Cross the wide flood perhaps thy soul may bend : 
These tresses, which wild grief has left untore, 
Wretch that I am — by these I do implore : 
By tears, whose bitter source springs all from thee, 
Let love, let pity advocate for me. 
O change thy course, shall woman plead in vain ! 
The favoring winds shall waft thee thro' the 

main; 
And if I die before thou gain'st this shore, 
Theseus, bear thou my bones, I ask no more. 



( 137 ) 



TO 



THE ROBIN REDBREAST 



CLOSE OF THE SUMMER, ANNO * * * 



vTO, friendly bird, to Lucy's ear 
Pour forth in thy mellifluous strain, 

What, thoughtless, she, neglects to hear; 

Her Monmouth's love, her Monmouth's pain. 

Bid her look round, how summer's flying! 

That thou prepar'st thy wint'ry lay : 
That summer's warmth is daily dying : 

That love neglected flits away. 

Tell her how short the hour of spring is ; 

How transitory beauty's bloom : 
An enemy e'en now on wing is 

Decay — — inevitable doom ! ! ! 

Then 



( 138 ) 

Then paint fair Friendship's endless duty: 

Of bliss, a never fading store : 
A gem, beyond all charms of beauty: 

A treasure that, when those are o'er. 

With short but energetic flow, 

Thy rich ejaculations try: 
Oh warm her breast with Monmouth's glow, 

Then thou, dear bird ! shalt never die. 



THE 



WEEPING STAG. 



( 140 ) 



THE 



WEEPING STAG, 

FROM 

SHAKSPEARE, ACT II. SCENE I. 

SCENE, A FOREST. 
Duke, senior, and Lords his Companions. 



Duke. LOME — shall we go and kill us venison! 
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, 
Being native burghers of this desart city, 
Should in their own confines, with forked heads, 
Have their round haunches gor'd. 



1st Lord. Indeed, my lord, 

The 



(141 ) 



LE 

CERF LARMOYANT, 

DE 

SHAKESPEARE: 

TRADUCTION EN VERS BLANCS ET LIBRES. 



SCENE, LES BOIS. 

Les Personnes—le Dxc, senior, avec les Lords 
de sa Suite. 



Due. ri. LA chasse, camarades, partons partons: 
Quails sont beaux ces cerfs ! pauvres animaux ! 
Cela me gene pourtant ies tuer : les bourgeois de 

ces bois 
^D'original. Qu'est ce notre droit, les meurtrir 
De cruelles rleches ? ci en champs propres ? 
ler Lor. Ah, monseigneur, cela ne vapas bien 
les egorger 

En 



142 THE WEEPING STAG. 

The melancholy Jaques grieves at that. 
And in that kind swears you do more usurp, 
Than doth your brother who hath banish'd you. 
To day my Lord of Amiens and myself 
Did steal behind him as he lay along 
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out 
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood. 
To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, 
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en an hurt, 
Did come to languish : and indeed, my lord, 
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, 
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat 
Almost to bursting— and the big round tears 
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose 
In piteous chace : and thus the hairy fool, 
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, 
Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brook 
Augmenting it with tears. 



Duke, sen. But w 7 hat said Jaques ! 
Did he not moralise the spectacle ! 

1st Lord.- O yes, into a thousand similies. 

First 



THE WEEPING STAG. 143 

En terrein propre. A Taveu du sieur Jaques 
(Cet esprit sombre, morne, melancholique) 
Vous autres, vous joues grand role d'autocrat 
Plus grand despot — vous, — que nest le Due 
Qui t'a ci chasse. Ce matin meme, nous deux 
Mi Lor D'Amiens et moi, nous promenant au frais 
Dans Tenforcement de ces beaux bois : 
En recoin obscur determines nous sieur Jaques 
Etendu de sa sorte a Tombre d'un chene 
Dont les-vielles racines — bossues — capricieuses 
S'enfoncoient dans le ruisseau babillant 
A travers beaux reduits. 

Ce fut tout proche ces eaux rafraichissantes 
Que nous remarquames venir se soulager 
Pauvre animal de cerf, horriblement blesse 
De trait de chasseur roid — dont le flanc 
Versoit le sang a force— l'angoisse cruelle 
Lui fit jetter grands sanglots; l'enflure piquante 
Lui pens a crever belle cote marquetee. 
De ses beaux yeux couloient grosses boules de 

larmes 
Humectant honnete face — spectacle attendrissant 
Au coeur de Jaques! emu des soufTrances: 
Ainsi constata pauvre animal 
Agroississant les flots de larmes ameres. 

Due, De graces! qu'en disoit Jaques! 
Ne fit il point la morale ? 

Icr Lor, O qu' oui il la fit bien 

De 



144 THE WEEPING STAG. 

First, for his weeping in the needless stream : 
Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament 
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more 
To that which had too much. Then being alone, 
Left and abandoned of his velvet friends — 
'Tis right, quoth he, thus misery doth part 
The flux of company, &c. &c. 



THE WEEPING STAG. 145 

De maintes similitudes : 

Pauvre fou — dit il — tu vas le train des hommes 
Donnant surcroit, au tas du superflu. 
Que peux tu faire pauvre bete abandonne ? 
Vois — on te fuit — qui sont la tes confreres 
En besoin mortel ! concitoyen tu des bois : 
Alles— impitoyables dans la misere — on te fuit™ 
Si va le monde dans Tinfortune — alles mechants 
C'est bien la mode de la bonne compagnie, 



FAIR PEGGY 

OF 

RICHE MOND E . 

A TRAGIC BALLAD, 

FROM AN ANTIENT FRAGMENT. 



O InfortunatiTitEs! si quid mea cannula possunt 
Nulla dies unquam memori vos eximet aevo. 

Virgil. 




( 149 ) 



FRAGMENT 



PRIVATE COLLECTION. 



Dilaceratus est MSS. 

(*********) albeit the aforesaide young 
Margarett no waies moved in affection toke no 
thought which to elect for her leman (*****) 
and whiles that she perceived sore dissension 
arisen between the twins, she manifested a plea- 
sure in receiving the kindnesses of William, and 
eke the tender munificence of Henry. And it 
was thus their dudgeon waxed mighty lie. And in 
the moneth of March when the puissant winds 
blewe, the twins chaunced to straye on Thamis 
banks, and as they walked in deep and gloomy 
silence, Henry on a sodane drewe forth his 
sworde, (* * * * *) but not wotting to swimme 
they bothe perished in the waters. (* *) and it 
now felle oute that younge Margarett became 
G 3 much 



150 FRAGMENT. 

much pained at heart, for that none of the villagee 
consorted with her ; and in-her doleful woe, as she 
sorrowed on the border of Thamis, as was her 
custom, she perceiveth in the floode a face, and 
anon a shrille crie rendeth the air, bidding her 
leape into the rivere (* * -• * * *j 

Into one grave did they then repose the three 
jbodies, and as it were by a prodigie there up- 
jsprange an elme tree, and an oakling, and an as- 
pin tree, and entwining themselves over the place 
seemed to beweepe their untimely end : moreover 
the youthe of Richemonde on a certaine daye in 
the early of the yeare, meet underneth the 
boughs, and there remembre they faire Marga- 
rett, and the twins who loved her so painfully. 

N. B. The Asterisks shew the parts destroyed. 



( 151 ) 
FAIR 

PEGGY OF RICHEMONDE. 



WHERE Richemonde's hill sublime is seen, 

Wash'd by the Thamis fair, 
Young Peggy dwelt; all fresh her charms, 

All lovely every air. 

That she was beauteous soon she knew, 

And much she us'd her sway ; 
Love touched her not, it was her sport 

To steal each heart away. 

All dimpled was her vermeil cheek. 

Clear as the healthy rose : 
All silken was her auburn lock, 

Her eyes were living sloes. 

Rubied her lip, so soft, so sweet, 

Where play'd each young desire ; 
Enchanting was her milk-white breast, 

It set the world on fire. 

g 4 Have 



■152 FAIR PEGGY 

Have you not seen the stately pine 

So taper, straight, and tall; 
Such was her shapes, and ease, and graee f 

She bore the bell from all. 

She dancfd upon the verdant mead, 

She danc'd within the grove, 
She sang beneath the greenwood shade,- 

And still her song w r as love. 

She rolFd around her sparkling eye, 

To watch th* enamoured swains : 
She smiFd — but smiFd alike on all, 

And led them all in chains. 

That sparkling eye entranced each souf,. 

That smile made wild each heart ; 
William resolv'd to win the maid, 

Or ease by death his smart. 

And Henry too, his brother dear, 

Alike confessed his flame : 
Two youths so fair, so fresh, so gay, 

Each worthy of the dame. 

Twinn'd in the self same hour were they, 

Nurs'd at the self same breast, 
One xvill alone they seenid to have, 

One heart, and that the best. 

Oli 



OF RICHEMONDE. 153 

Oh cursed love ! oh fiend so foul 

From hell and darkness sent, 
What human chains shall bind thy force 

When souls like these were rent. 

Pale Jealousy soon rear'd her crest, 

Affection swift was gone, 
Cold Hatred next with Gorgon face, 

Turn'd both their hearts to. stone. 

But Peggy laugh'd, full glad and gay, 

To fan the flame she strove, 
And oft she danc'd with William, oft 

Heard Henry's tale of love. 

To each by turns fond hopes she gave, 

From each fair presents had, 
Each wish'd his brother far away, 

With love their hearts were mad. 

At length upon a cloud-black day 

By Thamis as they stray'd, 
The waves all rough, the winds all high, 

Deep-thinking on the maid ; 

Henry to William, sighing, said y 

Oh brother, what' s to do ? 
How bright behold young Peggy is,. 

I love her, so do you. 

g 5 We 



154 FAIRPEGGY 

We cannot both possess the fair, 

We cannot either leave, 
By point of sword let us decide 

Which shall her love receive. 

So saying, forth he drew his blade 

To shed his brothers blood, 
And William thrice essay' d the same. 

All trembling as he stood ; 

At length, he cries, against thy life 

I cannot rear my arm, 
Yet without Peggy, die I must, 

So fatal is the charm : 

I cannot rear my arm 'gainst thee, 

Thou art my brother dear, 
I cannot find to shed thy blood, 

Nor can I yield the fair. 

One mother brought us in the world, 

One mother nurs'd our youth, 
One friendship till this time hath dur'd 

In sanctity and truth. 

Is there in death a pang so great 

As that to yield my love ? 
Is there a pang in death so sharp 

As brother's bane to prove } 

No; 



OF RICHE MONDE. 155 

No, Henry, no; I'd rather die, 

Than be thy murderer here, 
Yet twenty deaths Yd rather die. 

Than see possest my fair. 

Into this black and angry flood, 

Whose billows run full high, 
I'll headlong throw myself, get thou 

To thy felicity. 

In all things else I know thouM yield, 

Yea even all thy store : 
Then farewell, Henry, live, and love r 

I soon shall be no more. 

He said, and in the angry flood, 

Whose billows ran amain, 
He instant plung'd his honest head, 

And never rose again. 

Henry alarm'd, with sudden haste, 

Leaps headlong in the stream, 
He caught his brother by the arm, 

Yet had no power to swim. 

In vain, in vain, they struggled hard, 

Soon stopped was every breath, 
Clasp' d in each others arms they sank 

Deep to the caves of death. 
***** Then 



156 FAIR PEGGY 

Then up, and rumour blew her blasts 

And echo spread it wide, 
How by fair Peggy's waywardness, 

William and Henry died. 

Soon as their hapless fate was known 

The village wept amain, 
And every nymph despis'd the maid, 

As did each amorous swain.. 

Then first her little heart knew grief* 

Deserted as she stood, 
Sighing she went, and wept full sore 

In doleful solitude. 

Along the tractless grove she went, 

Along the lonely shore ; 
There sat her down to weep and wail 

Her lovers now no more 

She sat her down to weep and wail 
One day on Thamis' side, 

Beneath the tree just on the spot 
From whence her lovers died.. 

And looking on the sea-deep flood. 
She cried, * ah woe's the day V 

And wept so sore, enough to melt 
An heart more hard than clay*. 



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OF RICHEMONDE. U7 

She look'd upon the sea-deep flood 

And calFd her lovers dear, 
When in the sea-deep flood behold 

She saw a face appear. 

She saw the face of young William, 

And shrill she heard a cry, 
" Dear lovely maid, oh weep not so, 

" Nor fear like us to die. 

" All in fair coral bowers we live 

" With many a spirit gay, 
" If now thine heart's inclin'd to love, 

" Come, Peggy,, eome away. 

" In this new state no jealous fears 

u Distract the heart with woe, 
" The name of rival is unknown^ 

" We love as angels do. 

u No painful passions touch our souls, 

" In lucid fields we play : 
" Bless, and be blest, cast fear aside, 

" Come, Peggy,, come away." 

It said no more, but vanished — straight 

The nymph obeys the call — 
The watry sisters took her in, 

And bore to Nereus' hall. 

And: 



158 



FAIR PEGGY. 



And there, such was the high decree, 

Eternal joys they prove, 
With each a year altern' she dwells 

In shady bow'rs of love. 

Their bodies three in Richemoistde sods 

All in one grave were laid, 
Whence sprang an elm, an oak, an asp, 

And twining form'd one shade. 

Thither each constant youth resorts, 
Each maid, when spring's in prime, 

The boughs they hang with garlands gay, 
And think on Peggy's crime. 




PROLOGUES 



AND 



EPILOGUES. 



ADVERTISEMENT. 



THESE Prologues and Epilogues belong to 
Plays which never yet have been shewn to any 
one. 



( 161 ) 

PROLOGUE 

TO THE FIRST PART 

OP 

HENRY THE SECOND, 

ACTED AT BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM. 

SPOKEN BY THE LORD OF THE MANOR, 



DINCE regal Bruce field here imperial sway 
Five hundred years have slipp'd in night away. 
Here, on this spot, in antient state rever'd, 
His castle walls, ail ivy-clad, appear'd. 
The moss-grown tow'rs in awful grandeur rose 
O'er the wide moat, which now no longer flows. 
Time conquers all — yet 'tis our pride to trace, 
The local source of the fam'd Stuart race. 
O'er Caledonian frosts since then they sway'd, 
At length Britannia Scottish kings obey'd. 
But uncongenial bloods in ferment rise, 
And the good Charles a dread memorial lies. 

Yet 'tis our pride this once grac'd spot to tread : 
And Fancy starts up Kings in every mead; 

Shews 



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162 PROLOGUE. 

Shews the mind's eye the social joys of yore: 
The village festival — and artless roar. 
When all was gratitude for well-hous'd grain, 
And the Lord rose the Monarch of the plain. 

Festivity here ever lov'd to dwell : 
She drain'd the rural cot, and monkish cell. (1) 
Of such old customs, venerable grown f 
'Tis our hearts' pride to keep up the renown* 
The village youth, and antient, here shall throng, 
Yea— classic minds that love heroic song 
Shall here alike in joy be drawn along. 
The Glorious Spirits of the Mighty Dead, (2) 
By art poetic, visit us in shade. 
Sometimes great Alexander passes by; 
Sometimes the splendid Julius takes the eye. 
Sometimes stern Coriolanus strikes with awe ; 
Sometimes we weep at Mantua's rigid law. 

This night we shew — in no unpleasant scene, 
The daring Boling broke of Shakespeare's 

pen. 
Hotspur — proud valour's minion shall come forth ; 
And Hal, sweet Hal, not heedless of his worth. 
Falstaff — lov'd phantom of the poet's brain, 
Shall puff— and please in his thrasonic strain. 



(1) An oratory was at the High Cross. 

(2) A neat playhouse was in the castle, where family, 
friends and neighbours acted with great applause. 

And 



PROLOGUE. 16$ 

And last, not least, we trust, in all your love, 
Our Hostess' self in Quickly's form shall move* 

Deem not amiss that players we appear, 
Our Monarch once made stage-delights his care* 
Princes and Nobles emulous of praise, 
Have wreath'd their crowns with all-seducing bays. 
Glory and pleasure here go hand in hand, 
But Christmas always claimed the festive band* 
From antient times still Christmas is the call, 
For Joy's gay court t' assemble at the Hall* 
Those times we honor, and our pride is great, 
To see such friends besiege th' old castle gate- 
To please you all we'll now produce our best, 
' In magnis voluisse* — I see you know the rest*. 



EPILOGUE. 



( 16* ) 



EPILOGUE. 



FALSTAFF SPEAKS. 



WELL— well— the battle's o'er— thanks Hea- 
vens I say : 

With flying colours ends our mortal fray. 

— Honor enough — I bravely kept'em to' it, 

A j ax am I — I never budge a foot. 

— But — now fairly quit— Sir John his heart un* 
muffles, 

Frankly I own — I don't much like these bustles. 

Ladies I'll tell you — cowards I abhor: 

A very devil am I — once plung'd in Avar. 

Hercules furens — zounds ! I make 'em rattle : 

— But now — 'tis love bids me ha' done with bat- 
tle. 

I mean put up — my sword — and— fury too, 

(Putting up his scymitar.) 

And take a wife — and live as wise men do. 

— Worse fare — go further — such good-natur'd 
faces, (Looks round with his glass. J 

Sure I'll have one — all Venusses and Graces. 

— Survey 



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EPILOGUE. t£S 

— Survey me too — a man of proper trim: 
Two yards about — I 'count genteel and slim. 
Of bless'd conditions too — tall, hale, and stout : 
Sound, wind and limb — a perfect man throughout. 

Which of you, ladies, would her lover wed 
Who in all-glorious war an eye had shed, 
Had arms— or legs lopp'd off— perhapsjiis head ? 
Torsos are pretty subjects for a gallery, 
But in a lady's coach— mon Dieu ! what raillery ! 
In troth I never relish'd the regale, 
Where veins are set abroach like tubs of ale. 
I ne'er could screw my muscles to a laugh : 
u Shot thro' the head,"— a pleasant paragraph ! 

Some Knights delight abroad for fame to roam 5 
Which others shirk-— and only fight at home. 
Afraid to bleed in war's all-charming channel; 
Vile hounds ! they hatch encounters in their ken- 
nel. 

Major Kilmanum— Athlon e's volunteer, 
With glaring eyes — honor and gunpowder, 
Comes to his inn — " Arrah, my honey now, 
■" Brakfast and pastels — look ye, love, for two." 
— Or, if of quarrels haps a dereliction — 
" Five guineas, Paddy, for a contradiction.'" 
— Good Heavens ! e'en I, who dread not great 

Goliah, 
Should fear this fight-all— I think he's but a lyar, 

Hotspur's 



166 EPILOGUE. 

Hotspur's an hero — but I free confess, 

I think assassins all who fight at mess. 

Would any fair one venture such to take ? 

— No, fly him— fly him, as you would a snake. 

Be cautious, ladies, in the marriage plan : 

Chuse mates like me — thro'out a Perfect Man. 



EPILOGUE 



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EPILOGUE 



COURCY EARL OF ULSTER. 



ISABELLA SPEAKS. 



JN OW Magna Charta's sign'd — and every Bri- 
ton, 
Swaggers, brimful — a demagogue— the fit on : 
Spurns despotism — spoiFd now of his dart, 
Nor sees himself-^-a despot at the heart. 
'Tis Nature's course, and therefore no great won- 
der, 
When man turns Jove— -poor man out-thunders 

thunder. 
Yet trace him home — how tame this monarch's 

grown! 
— Nay, few among you call your souls your own. 
Women there rule — and wisely ye obey : 
No reign's so happy as when women sway. 
Instance in one,— my Lord— and dear Co-Mate, 
Abroad — hot — fierce — to o'erset e'en any state. . 

By 



168 EPILOGUE. 

By managing at home his whims in leisure, 
I twist him round my finger at my pleasure. 
Good natur'd creature ! every inch a king ! 
Nor sees the power that leads him in a string. 
Should he dare growl, and doubt my better sense, 
He soon should find all my Omnipotence. 
Not one kind word — or smile — or kiss, I swear ; 
His bed and board should be a civil war : 
His meals be poison'd by my sovereign hate : 
All insurrection in his petty state. 

My reasons weigh with every man of sense, 
Persuasive, more than Tully's eloquence. 
Reasons, which overturn all classic knowledge : 
Rout Aristotle — tyrant of the college. 
Reasons, which Cjesar had the sense to feel, 
And made stout Herctjxes turn a spinning wheel : 
Reasons, which by the statute are most strong, 
" The Monarch — that is I — can do no 
" wrong/' 

You all talk of Reform — I frankly own (1) 
Poor England's ruin'd, if my plan's overthrown. 
A plan well fram'd of temperate thoughts and cool : 
Turn out the men, and let us women rule. 
Our heads are steady, and our hearts are warm, 
Fittest to steer in calm, as well as storm. 



(l) Vide History of Parliament. This motion is annually 
made and negatived. 

The 



EPILOGUE. 16*9 

The posts of state — I'd thus arrange — let's see ; 

(Pulling out her tablets.) 
Myself th' Exchequer, and the Treasury. 
My Lady Betty, and my Lady Mary, — 
This, Privy Seal — and that, Home Secretary. 
To council chair — old Duchess Prate I'd call, 
And Lady Bounce — Lady High Admiral. 
Well skilled in cases, delicate and nice, 
The Common Pleas should have fair Bab's advice : 
To Bancum Regis — Salisbury I'd prefer, 
And Duchess Devon, Lady Chancellor. 
Abroad I see there may be some warm work, 
But Lady Worsley might take down the Turk: 
The Russias, Duchess Gordon might confound, 
Superior she — might bring old Catherine round. 
Rutland to Ireland, her own province, go, 
She'll tame those Roisters which man ne'er 
could do. 
In short of pow'r I'd hold the scales so neat ; 
With envy — oh the joy! — I'd kill young Pitt. 
Europe should prove one total halcyon day, 
When Sovereign Woman holds the Sovereign 
Sway. 



h PROLOGUE 



( 170 ) 

PROLOGUE 

TO 

CAMILLUS AND COLUMN A. 

W HOEVEPt with a microscopic eye, 
Of life — views Nature's infinite supply, 
Sees worlds of creatures rise in every scope, 
And monsters gambol, in their sea — a drop. 

Who takes the telescope in like survey : 
Sees systems scatter' d in the milky way. 

These subtle truths the natural eyes explore : 
The wise, all trembling, see them — and adore. 

Shall the mind's eye — all-penetrative beam, 
See nothing — tho' endued to the extreme ? 
Absurd ! from what we know, this point we gain, 
" Great Nature ne'er created ought in vain." 
Can then this mighty void of glorious Sky, 
Want habitants which meanest weeds supply ? 
" Millions of spirits walk this earth unseen, 
" And flit the Sky" — it is the soul's demesne. — 
Emancipated from all earthly chains, 
For what was e'er created still remains. (1) 

(1) Vide Locke. 

In 



PROLOGUE. 171 

In just gradation Nature forms the whole, 
Sense — instinct — reason — to the great Newton's 

soul : 
Nor stops she there — tV ascending steps are sure, 
From Newton's body — Newton's soul's more 

sure. 
Intelligences subtler — Nature's own, 
In classes rising to th' Eternal Throne. 

An antient doctrine human state befriends; 
" A guardian Angel every man attends." 
Nay, some there are who teach that man's estate 
Two rule, the one of love — and one of hate. 
Grant this — no wonder then whence comes caprice, 
Our wisdoms — follies — virtues— and our vice : 
Mere flutes alone — play'd on — by one or t'other, 
Man now seeks silence — now he loves a pother, 
One is a hermit — one a cut-throat see ; 
This beauty is all chaste — and that all free ; 
Variety seems Nature's history. 
This certain truth is easy yet to find, 
That every fair who rears Columna's mind, 
By troops of social spirits shall be led, 
Preserv'd from mischief, and not die a maid. 
With nicest care they keep her virgin charms, 
And bring at length Camillus to her arms. 

Ah let no barren convent take the dame, 
Whose hapless love is on another's claim. 

h 2 Fair 



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ftfL PROLOGUE. 

Fair youths abound — despair's from folly bred, 
The fairies hate the self-devoted maid, 
Their highest revels is the bridal bed. 
There Oberon and Tita^ia sport and play, 
A wedding is the fairies holiday. 



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EPILOGUE 



( 173 ) 

EPILOGUE 

TO 

CAMILLUS AND COLUMNA, 



LEOKA SPEAKS. 



" ALL'S well that ends well" — so the proverb 

says : 
Columna's married—I swim now at ease: 
Her maid of honor — late her aid-de-camp 
In all her perils, woods, and wilds, among. 

My blood runs cold — when all that past is 

heeded, 
That vile Leander — had his plots succeeded; 
Think in a vale to* have seiz'd our virgin treasure, 
Both victims to his gormandising pleasure ; 
No help at hand to have sav'd us from perdition, 
Prais'd be the Fairies for interposition : 
— Good Heavens ! we beauties — what is our 

condition. 

All, all our foes — bent for our dire disgrace : 
Tho' each approaches with the sweetest face. 

h3 D' 



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174* EPILOGUE. 

D' ye see yon soldier — swelling — sweeping-— 
coomg, 
Like a cock-pigeon his obsequious wooing; 
Is he that fair-one's friend ? if any ruffian 
Were rude, he'd raise, no doubt, a mighty huffing 
But view his heart! — is love — is friendship 

there ? 
His views we know — and those are all his care, 
The captain quarters next — the Lord knows 
where. 

Friends are we to ourselves ? I fear to tell 
How oft we're false — nor guard the citadel. 

Is there no refuge — no asylum then, 
Not e'en a Quixote 'gainst pernicious men ! 
E'en garter'd knights — high sworn poor woman's- 

friend, 
How chang'd — e'en they assail, who should defend. 
Has gracious nature fail'd poor woman quite ? 
No — I aver — if woman's heart be right. 
Honor's our fort — Gibraltar not more strong; 
The Gods live here — and will defend us long. 
Be the guard faithful to its charge within, 
No force can storm it, and no bribe can win : 
To Hymen's summons sole capitulate, 
Allow'd flag — drum — and all the arms o' the state. 
Unwise the nymph, with youth — with beauty 
blest, 
Who in a cloister hopes to set her rest : 

Deaf 



EPILOGUE. 175 

Deaf to her lover on the earth who kneels, 

Nor feels the pang his honest bosom feels. 

O think, dear girls, how fast the years past by ; 

How one by one the Loves and Graces fly. 

Youth's softest bloom will quickly turn to rough, 

And snowy down give way to tawny buff. 

From your dear cloister should ye wish remove, 

And condescend to hear the tale of love : 

Sad doleful truth — too late to be a wife : 

To the cloister back — back — back — a nun for life. 



»4 PROLOGUE 



( 176 ) 

PROLOGUE 

TO THE 

CHILDREN IN THE WOOD,, 

WRITTEN 1780. 



W ITHIN these magic walls, look round and see, 
Is there a wight of high or low degree, 
Who has not said or sung in doleful mood, 
Compassion's tale ' the Children in the Wood. 
Forceful ! ah more than ought of Grecian strain, 
The Theban curse, or Agamemnon slain.. 
Here ope the genuine sluices of the eye, — 
Nature and pity join the infant cry; 
And as proceeds the unadorned tale, 
Till death — dire death, draws on his horrid veil> 
In floods of woe the tender eye is drown'd ; 
Humanity lies sobbing on the ground. 

Poets, and painters, a licentious tribe, 
No bonds can hold, when fancy tends the bribe : 
For this — so be they keep the main in view, 
Boldly they dare — and strike at something new. 

Our 



EPILOGUE. , 177 

Our poet thus — departing from the song, 
Draws a step-mother authoress of the wrong : 
A lover too — strong motive for the guilt : 
For love, what seas of blood have not been spilt? 
Love — tiger-passion of the human frame, 
No pity softens — no compunctions tame : 
Yet whilst we execrate th' inhuman deed, 
For lovely woman every heart must bleed. 

His banquet thus arrang'd with toil and taste. 
Our bard invites ye all to his repast ; 
Come all — and in a free familiar mode, 
Give your opinions — censure or applaud. 
Each speak his feelings — honestly and. bold; 
Polite, tho' firm — as Romans us'd of old, 



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( 178 ) 

EPILOGUE 

TO Till 

CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. 

SPOKEN BY FLORINA. 



BROUGHT to myself, this truth my heart ac- 
quires, 
" My honest farmer's worth a thousand squires/' 
You see me Lawntree ? s happy wife at last; 
My tow'ring thoughts — thank Heaven ! in smoke 

are past. 
Now undeceiv'd the sort of love I see, 
That lord of wealth designd my low degree : 
Am'rous yet cruel, proud yet meanly base, 
Those country rakes seduce, and then distress. 
The wretches claim, from their extensive sway, 
A sort of right prescriptive to betray. 
Nurtured in arts — their conquering pow'r confest> 
They tyrannise o'er every female breast. 
Unborn to cherish — what they haply fix — 
* Forsake/— the motto of their politics. 

Kind 



EPILOGUE. 179 

Kind pity never warm'd that brutish throng : 
Unfelt the throbbings of affections strong. 
In vain the yearnings of the love-struck fair, 
Her fond heart breaks — sad victim of despair, 

Well—Em escaped and now I clearly see 
No happiness but in equality. 
Content — my farm shall all my thoughts employ, 
To make my farmer happy, all my joy. 
Ell tell you, ladies, what's my little plan, 
Now that Eve got — to keep my honest man. 
Men are strange things — would we could do 

without 'em ! 
There's such a fuss about 'em, and about 'em. 
I know, by what I've seen, that marriage tires, 
And humble swains grow cold like lordly squires ; 
Soon he hates home— and damns the married life, 
Sick of himself— and — w-e-a-r~i-e-d — of — h-i-s 

w-i-f-e, (Pauses expressive of languor.) 

Ill humour cl see he comes — with cloudy brow; 
Flounces and bounces — looks — I know not how. 
I let him have his way — yet manage him : 
I mark his humours — pleasures— caprice — whim. 
Perhaps h«'s vex'd — I solace and encourage, 
A kiss can raise him — tho' a kiss of marriage,- 
Frugal I'll be — I rise at break of day, 
And till my work is done I never play. 
He ne'er shall call me an unthrifty mate ; 
His cot I'll make the first for clean and neat. 

No- 



180 EPILOGUE. 

No palace shall present a tidier scene r 

All shall be neat without too — as within. 

Fatigu'd and hungry when he comes at night, 

A chicken roast or boil'd, shall greet his sight. 

Fll ever meet him with a face of mirth, 

And keep a charming fire — and clean swept hearth. 

His Florida shall ever too be dress' d — 

A slattern wife can never be a feast. 

And when refresh'd, to rest we bend our way, 

I'll make his slumbers pleasant as the day. 

Prove to his sense by varying nuptial duty, 

His own wife's arms are better than a beauty. 

To foreign charmers, husbands ne'er would roar% 

If bed and board delightful were at home. 

This is my plan. Fll trust it to you — and you; 
What say you, ladies, don't you think 'twill do I 
Adopt it then upon a larger scale, 
Beauty may charm, but love can never faiL 



PROLOGUE 



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PROLOGUE 



THE GIPSIES. 



X. HE gipsies, Sirs — this night we bring before- 

ye; 

To you — all fly for justice — hear their story : 
An antient nation they — no party — Whig oH 

Tory. 

In chiromancy skilPd — they to an hair, ~\ 

Can cast a fortune — yet what's singular, > 

Poor souls! they know not their own fortune here. 3 
Such as Cervantes drew them you shall see, 
His tale the canvas — and the painters we. 
Various the groupes— extensive is their run, 
Uniting yet at last their tides in one. 
Butch artists we hold cheap : — effect — surprise 
Our study is — their trifling we despise. 
We take our time and place — in critic's spite : 

No 



182 PROLOGUE. 

No crouding, like the foolish Stagyrite: (1) 
What, Sir — no dining time! what barbarous de- 
light? 
To study nature is a generous part, 
The force we boast — we aim it at the heart. 

An infant daughter lost! oh such a she! 
In a long summer's day ye scarce shall see. 
Bred in the wilds amid the tawny race, 
A Phcenix— Sirs, in manners — mind and face. 
On her, 'tis Reynold's precept, and Fresnoy's, 
Fall the great lights — and center all the rays : 
Youths, virgins and old age act in controul, 
T assist the principal — and harmonise the whole. 
Judge now, good friends, how far our plan has 
merit, 
If the designs are bold — and touched with spirit. 
Our lovely girls examine parts by parts; *% 

In that examen, ah guard well your hearts, f 

Gipsies have bright black eyes — white teeth and C 
tempting arts. J 

To love such dear bewitching things is common, 
— Some yet, we hope, this night will love our old 
woman. 
Far hence, morose — ye self-tormentors — run : } 
Hie to your closets — pull poor poets down. > 
The ragged spoils may yield ye half a crown. J 



(1) The three unities. 

But 



PROLOGUE. 183 

But you, our friends — fair, young, and gene- 
rous stay; 
Boldly with all it's faults we trust our play. 
We'll strive to please you — to be pleas'd — incline : 
* Plura ubi nitenf — is a rule benign : 
Good-natur d Horace taught it folks of yore, 
Roman good-nature have— we ask no more. 



EPILOGUE 



( 184 ) 



EPILOGUE 



THE GIPSIES. 



ANTONIA SPEAKS. 

W ELL — now my task is done — I thank my stars, 
This little gipsy — gem of all my cares, 
I have delivered up, all safe and sound, *\ 

To it's dad and mum — and with an husband f 
crown' d : C 

Fm glad — as tho' I'd got a thousand pound. J 
God bless her still I say — bless her sweet face ; 
And give her joy enough — and a numerous race. 
I ever had a conscience rule my nature: — 
Think — in my power so long the handsome crea- 
ture. 
I had a conscience, as I said before, 
Not made of modern stuff— but stuff of yore, 
Such as would hold you tug — those times 
o'er* 

Your 



are I 



EPILOGUE. 18* 

Your modern consciences — if such things are, *\ 
Are all so straight, things scarce find entrance f 
there, C 

Or if they do — like ladies gloves they tear. -J 
Tis true I stole the infant — but as true, 
I lov'd her as my own — ay better too. 
Such winning ways — so graceful — gay or grave, 
Tho' an old woman — faith I was her slave. 
Jealous was I, of every one a near her : 
Knowing her quality made her too the dearer. 
— Well — now she's happy at her native home, 
There, I — th' old gipsey, am allow'd to roam. 
Happy — now once a day my child to attend r 
Do ye think she'll ne'er despise her oldest friend ? 
Be it as it may — I'm now rid of my cares, 
My hands and conscience clear — I now say pray- 
ers. , 
I think — (advise me) — shall I to convent go. 
What have I now in this same world to do. 
Ah long I've made it my most busy scene, 
I've bustled fourscore years with boistrous men. 
I think-— I feel — old age now creeping on me, 
And in Ignacio's castle perhaps they'll shun me 
Shun me ! my nation's head ! and wide my reign ! 
Can I put up with that — I — I— a Queen ! ! ! 
No — no — no — Silvia's gone — no joys for me 

remain. 

Beads be my requiem : yet whene'er ye will, 
Til come upori my crutch, and be the Gipsy still. 

EPILOGUE 



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( 186 ) 



EPILOGUE 



JL IS said— and I believe the old folks says, 
" Good morals may be glean'd e'en from bad 

-plays;- 
From the worst book, writ by the most distracted, 
Somewhat of good may be by pains extracted. 
So the physician wholesome med'cine draws, 
From night-shade — hemlock — laurels— hips and 

haws. 
He analyses — take the good from evil, 
And makes a panacea from the devil. 
Thus from the crouds that nightly here resort, 
Much useful knowledge may, I ween, be got. 
I trust not to appearances — not I — 
A bishop may have no divinity; 
A lawyer nothing know of " Meum et Tuum, 
Beyond his daily practice " sue 'em, sue 'em" 

Fen 



EPILOGUE. 187 

E'en the wise merchant, solemn and demure, 
May fear no sin, like that of being poor. 
Most men are cheats— and in deception strong, 
I'll tent them all — and separate right from wrong, 

Imprimis then — my opening proposition, 
Ladies you'll laugh, but pray no opposition. 
This evening's process— 'tis a novel plan, 
What think you if I c decompound a man." 
For this I now turn chymist by your leaves, 
Tho' gown of fur I've none, black cap nor Galen 
sleeves. 

u Compound a man /" — cries Lady Pullicat, 
" Why girls of sixteen now a-days do that. 
" There not remains of my good time one feature, 
■ — " No lady — analyse the curious creature." 
' O ho — I see — is that your plan — ' undo them/ 
6 All women can do that — and thousands rue them/ 

But to begin — I take this martial blade, 
Gay— and talks loud— all hat and fierce cockade. 
Is there a nymph from fifty to fifteen, 
But tenderly sighs — and shews a dying mien. 
Such fascination, scarlet, bounce and bluster: 
Dear girls be not misled — by gold and lustre : 
Come put him in my chymical retort : 
You'll see come o'er, a thing of another sort. 
—Look here— some drops of grease, and froth, 

and slaver, 
Residuum — cold, inert, bad smell, worse savor. 

A second — 



188 E P I L O G U E. 

A second—here 'tis — ha ! a fat stern fellow^ 
Bands at his chin, and on his back prunella. 
So trimm'd his speech — his sentences severe, 
Priscian — ay that's the name, has nought to fear. 
Here clap him in our ample cucurbite, 
Let him digest — and now what comes to sight : 
Of a thick oil (3 10) — see, strangely how inflated, 
Acidus Clericus (3 8) not to be dulcorated. 
Phlogistic Spirit — none — some neutral salt, , 
Black Caput Mortuum much,, and good for 

nought. 
Heat the reverberatory — try this bold man's 

merit, 
My crucible — cap up this thing of spirit. 
Loud in debate — and in opinion strong . 
Inflexible of face — and never in the wrong. 
Foe to opponents — but the flattering brood, 
Unconquer'd — tho' eternally subdued. 
Hark — how he fulminates! — what crepitation;. 
Turn out — he's gone, in strong evaporation. 
This amorous spirit — next proceed upon : 
Ladies fear nought — observe — 'tis quickly done. 
With aqua pura — saturate his juices, -j 

6 Ter repetite' — see what that produces, > 

4 Insipid element* — unfit for ladies uses. 3 

Our last but best essay comes next-— look here,.«< 
An Heart — but whose, or whence, we not de- ( 

clare ; 
We deem it all that's great, good, firm and clear. 

Fill 



EPILOGUE. 189 

Fill the receiver — there— a generous flood, 
Watch what comes o'er — all laudable and 

good. 
Spirit in plenty — of the brightest sort: 
Phlogiston — filling full the large retort. 
Next Calcination — there — 'tis done — behold^ 
No dross — but one bright mass of purest gold. 
Dissolve in Aqua regia— then disperse; 
" The grandest specific for the universe/' 
Hence Peace — hence Arts — and Sciences take 

birth : 
Hence Wealth and Knowledge cover all the 

earth. 
Hence Strength and Happiness surround the 

throne, 
JLnd glorious Britain calls it all her own. 



PICTURE 



1803. 
PICTURE 

OF 

ENGLAND AND FRANCE. 



t 193 ) 



1803. 



-" On the other side Satan stood 



" Unterrified — and like a comet burn'd, 

" That fires a length of the Lacteal trains, 

" Or Arctic — or Antarctic. From his horrid hair 

" Shakes pestilence and war — anon resorb'd 

** In the depth inane, struck by the potent lance 

<e O' the fiery Centaur by the Scorpion sign, 

" Ne'er to arouse earth's trembling habiters, 

u Too soon dismay'd." 

Milton. 



PRELIMINARY. 



I chuse this motto, as it so well paints the 
Arch-gallic usurper, who like those of the lower 
empire, rose — flashed — vanished : — by his army, 
sic Corsicus. 



OEE — the fine spirit of old Rome is fled, 
And Spartan Virtue gone with Sparta dead. 
As erst Sarmatia pour'd her myriads forth, 
Like locusts o'er the harvests of the earth. 

i So 



194 PICTURE OF 

So Gaul self-ruin'd, fierce in avarice, runs, 
Pests of mankind beyond all antient Huns, 
No more Italians gardens are secure; 
Syria and Egypt's fields of wealth, allure. 
The puny nations round, their virtue mourn, 
Supine: behold all Pacts of Honor torn, 
What shame to Prussia's monarch fam'd of yore! 
The Russian phalanx too — and Austria's pow'r ! 
Britain alone, by love and justice warm'd, 
Alone stands forth in sterling terrors arm'd. 
Stops the proud boasters by more proud controul, — 
Emasculated thunders round her roll : 
Laughs at the tumults of the raving head, 
Their lightnings but illume the foe they dread. 

Blest as the Gods, in arms, in glory strong, 
Britannia sees with scorn the brutish throng. 
Her trumpet's clangor fills the plastic air; 
Come forth, my sons, she cries, and crush their 

war, 
Your Gods — your hearths — your Monarch be 

your care. 
Sloth may be bane — be active as of old, 
In Alfred, Edward, Henry's name be bold. 
By all the generous blood that swells your vein; 
By every Cenotaph of heroes slain; 
Be what in antient days your fathers were : 
Equal the folly to despise, or fear. 

Fir'd at the sound the Dragons lift their heads, 
Swift thro' the land the fine contagion spreads. 

The 



1 



ENGLAND AND FRANCE. 195 

The bruit of war now fills the regions round, 
Her generous swains grow Heroes at the sound : 
All emulous, see each to each succeeds; 
Lo! e'en to India British ardor spreads. 

Thus, on fair Summer's eve, no clouds molest, 
Retiring Suns yet brightening in the west, 
To brilliant Planets brilliant Planets stream, 
Star lights up Star, till -all the Sky is flame. 
Thus too, in fields of Sun-burnt Hindostan, 
Spreads the cubbeer— fine plant!— the friend of 

man: (1) 
Aloft in air the bough superb is led : 
Beneath expands an amplitude of shade. 
Nor stops its generous progress on the plain, 
But dips — and roots — and springs and roots again. 



(l) This plant is mentioned- 4>y Milton, Par. am. 
lib. ix. 

"The Fig tree* there—to sunburnt Indians known, 
u In Hindostan— and spreads parental arms 
" Branching so broad and long, that in the ground 
"The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow 
" About the mother-tree — a pillar'd shade 
" High over arch'd and echoing walks below. 
" There oft the Indian Herdsman, shunning heat, 
" Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds 
" At loop-holes cut thro' thickest shade. 



* < Cubbeer' so called by the natives, who honour it with 
the name of c the Friend to Man.' 

i 2 Its 



196 PICTURE OF 

Its numerous sons extend from shore to shore, 
A pillar'd shade to flocks from Phoebus' pow'r. 

Oh blest too much, did man his blessings know, 
France when first launch'd among the tribes be- 
low. 
Of softest clime, that saw spontaneous bloom, 
All Araby in ever blest perfume : 
The martial oak — her thickest foliage spread ; 
The.tow'ring pine — the beech's grateful shade. 
With healthful oil the foaming presses ran, 
And wine — that cheers the heart of God and man. 
No bitter frosts to check the blood's career, 
Eternal spring empurpled all the year. 
Music and song were heard in every grove, 
War was unknown, for all was joy and love. 

How chang'd behold — how chang'd that happy 
scene, 
Fiends saw her bliss — and call'd Ambition in. 
Giant Ambition flll'd the blest abodes, 
And murcler'd all the gifts of all the Gods. 
Where late the vineyards clust'ring ranks appear, 
Upspring the bloody sword, and murdring spear. 
By herself ruin'd — order overthrown, 
A desart howls — and every blessing gone. 
Now sways a foreign Weed — the realm's disgrace, 
Worthless beyond the worthless Bourbon race. 
To desp'rate deeds, his desp'rate gang he leads : 
Hark ! deepest curses wait their desp'rate deeds. 

Foe 



- ENGLAND AND FRANCE. 19? 

Foe to all virtue, Heavenly guards dispense, 
Faith, Mercy, Justice, Truth, Benevolence, 
And Friendship's antient venerable name, 
Lies a dread snare — or friend or foe the Same. 
Protection — is the traitor's guileful breath, 
Pillage — the end — and slavery and death. 
Villain in blackest character he draws, 
E'en to his own — the kerns that prop his cause. (1) 
What happy tribes by broken oaths accurst, 
Victims of lies — Helvetia stands the first. 
Fair Liberty, the daughter of the Gods, 
In Alpine hills— -unenvied rough abodes! 
The despot saw — 'twas Freedom's happy charms, 
He saw — yet dreaded realms of arts and arms. 
Despairing force — like the arch-fiend of night, 
Masks his black heart, and comes a saint of light. 
Extends the hand of friend — th' incautious elf, 
Deeming all honest like his simple self, 
Unbars his gates (to Grecian craft thus Troy,) 
Too soon — behold the death of every joy. 

Hast thou no bolt, good Heav'n, such foes to 
quell, 
No chosen thunders for such imps of hell : 
Th' unvarnish'd tale draws sighs from infelt woe, 
And Pity's tears shall never cease to flow. 



(1) At Jaffa he actually gave opium to his own sick sol- 
diers — in number 580. Vide Colonel Wilson, 



i 3 How 



1S8 PICTURE OF 

How different he, the prince of Britain's pride, 
Guard of her laws— as they his sovereign guide : 
Heavn's delegate — the sword and sceptre sways, 
To punish crime — and worth oppressed to raise. 
Embracing with a parent's love his kind : 
Impartial — universal spreads his mind. 
Is dire calamity a brother's part, (1) 
Wide opes a brother's hand and brother's heart.. 
E'en utmost India flies to Britain's laws, 
See Arcot's chief 'gainst Britons gains his 

cause. (2) 
Like Jove on higft — is held the balance even, 
And gives to all that justice born of Heav'n. 

The bard takes fire such empire to behold, 
Swell every note, to every realm be told : 
A new Aurelius with a parent's sway, 
A Titus jealous of a mispent day. 
Oh long my native soil such friends be given, 
' Esto perpetuo' in the smile of Heaven. 

But should this bright, this vivifying fire, 
Pure as fair Vesta's — by neglect expire* 
Enervate grow her guard, supine of soul, 
And Nero's spirit rise without controul. 



(l) Government sent 50.,000Z. to the court of Lisbon on 
the great earthquake. 

(1) Great cause of the nabob — tried at Westminster. 

Farewell 



ENGLAND AND FRANCE. 199 

Farewell then Peace — dear Goddess long our own ! 
The cottage blessing, as the splendid throne. 
Farewell Ambition fall'n — alas, fall'n low, 
Faded the laurels on our conqueror's brow. 
Farewell the battle's bruit — the hero's life, 
The rolling drum — the spirit-stirring fife : 
The flags of Paul's — that float superb the air, 
Pride of a thousand ! — pomp of glorious war ! 
Farewell those castles of her old controul : 
Jove's thunder-bearers, fam'd from pole to pole : 
And last farewell — the Mind's superior power, 
Britannia's circumstance of claim, is o'er. 
" Forbid it Gods !" hark every Briton cries, 
" Forbid it Gods !" hark every rock replies. 
Rouse every muse from every British grove, 
Rouse every Briton whom the muses love : 
Each hears the Brutum falmeri s vain pretence, 
Each waits their war— and scorns their insolence. 

Go, view with pride the annals of fair Fame, 
See victory waited e'er on Britain's name. 
Here Cressy, Agincourt, and Poictiers rise ; 
Malplaquet there — and Blenheim's victories. 
Of modern blazon chiefs of generous blood, 
Rooke — Rodney — Hawke — Howe — Duncax 

— Jervis — Hood. 
Superior yet on Egypt's sandy coast, 
Vast navies throng — despairing Gallia's boast. 
1 4 Britannia 



war, "i 

re, > 
r. (1)) 



200 PICTURE OF, &c. 

Britannia sees — and smiles at all their war, 
To dauntless Nelson strait assigns the care, 
He comes — he thunders— vanish all to air. 
Hark I legions groan on Cairo's burning plain, 
To Gaul he leads the proud crest-fallen train. 

Yet yet the wretch by madness' achme wrought, 
(Delirium high to breed the desp'rate thought,) 
'Gainst Britain's peace incites his venal bands r 
Holds forth as lures her wealth and cultur'd lands. 
E'en great Augusta too — dares threat with fire, 
Aug usta rose in wrath — in air the threats expire. 
The maniac thus, whom Bedlam's cells possess^ 
Jn straw — in hunger — rags and nakedness, 
Sees crowns — sees beauteous dames by myriads 

rise, 
— Hears the known lash — the vain delusion flies. 

{1) " Vidit— intonuit, et diesipantur." 



VALE 



( 201 ) 

VALE, INQUIT ET VALE. 

EXTRACT of a LETTER to Mr. * * * * 

" After a pleasant residence of four months with my old and 
" hospitable friends, the F's, at their seat in Westmoreland, 
<( judge of our mutual feelings at parting." 



FAREWELL:— tears bWd the friendly eye: 
With heavy heart — my horse and I 

Across the mountains drew : 
Ralph followed slow, the dells among, 
The lad consol'd him with a song, 

" My heart still points to you." (1) 

The pleasant Chatfield, now, no more 
Shall set the table in a roar : 

Thy sonnet who forgets ! 
No playful Thompsons now amuse, 
No Granville tell of London news, 

No Shales poetic fits. 



(1) The burthen of an old song 

" Or in the tomb — or in the world, 
** My heart is fixed on thee. 

Fon ford's 
\ 



202 VALE, INQUIT ET VALE. 

Fon ford's fair scenes I must forsake, 
And Derwent, thy expansive lake, 

And Lodore's beauteous fall : 
No more on Sansted's wild I hear, 
Dan Knoll, the huntsman's pleasant cheer, 

Which echo tells to all. 

Fair Brathwate's grove, and Ardnet hill, 
And Belford, thy romantic rill ! 

And grot to thought the friend : 
Thekeld ! thy mandoline so dear, 
No longer vibrates on my ear: 

Sublunar joys must end ! 

What boots thy swift and well stor'd tide, 
Khen, with my Michell — classic guide ! 

Deep skilFd in antient lore ! 
Adieu the fair Aonian choir, 
A long farewell to Sappho's lyre, 

In hall, or solemn bow'r. 

The muses fly from gloomy care, 
Crest-fallen o'er rugged dells I steer, 

Dark clouds soon clothe the Sky: 
Aslant I feel the thick rains beat, 
To make my lot the more compleat, 

No friendly Fonford nigh. 

Was't 



VALE, INQUIT ET VALE. 203 

Was't fate — or Ralph abhorring storm, 
Descries in shade snug quarters warm, 

Close on the mountain's side ! 
There hous'd — from little chasm I spy, 
The driving tempest passing by, 

And blur the landscape's pride. 

With curious eye each tint I mark, 
See all by just degrees grow dark, 

Vanish the village spire : 
Farms — cots— and mills — a mingled host, 
Each following each till all were lost, — 

There — darts th' ethereal fire. 

Harbour'd with hearts of nature's school, 
I bless my friendly planets' rule, 

And prove my farmer's fame : 
In ample chimney's circle plac'd. 
In elbow'd chair, distinguished guest ! 

While Marian heaps the flame. 

Yet tho' at home in rural joys, 
With lovely girls, and stirring boys,. 

And Johnson's better part: (1) 
While pleasure peeps at either eye, 
Why the involuntary sigh ? 

? Tis Fonford has my heart. 



(1) Mrs. J. the farmer's wife,, the best housewife in the 
county. 



( 205 > 

EPITRE 

A 

M O I - M E M E, 

A LA FACON DE BOILEAU. (1) 



1 outes contrees du monde, du Japon, au Perou* 
Produisent Ames riches, au dessus du menu. 
Etres choisis du del, pour instruire et pour com- 

plaire, 
Et recueillir par tout les homages du vulgaire. 
Au dela et du Marbre, et du Fonte leur renom 
Se-trouve grave au temple d'AP0LL0is T . 

Es tu mon esprit pretendant pour la gloire? — 
Des eaux douces d'Helicon as tu Faudace de boire ? 



(l) Cet epitre est en effet mi nouvel art poetique en bref. 
L'Auteur dit-on, a la hardiesse au dessus de ses confreres de 
se mettre en bataille avec les grands dramatistes francois qui 
ne se detachent jamais des loix d'Aristote. Mais pour cela 
il se raport a la nature et le bon sens qui font la cynosure de 
a march e. 
Cet epitre a pass6 la revue d'un scavant du college. 

A toi 



206 E P I T R E 

i-meme ru vantes l'extreme de ton art; 
dies boi les Muses ont plantes Fetendart; 
S - sage, tit o -.ami, denes ru de toi: 
II est touiours a craindre d'un intime la loi. 

Le ton Dieu a chacun lui donne de quoi lui 
plaire : 
U::e musique interne, sans melange de severe. 
L'Hermite en solitude voit les saints en jolis songes: 
Et tire un bon fruit par des pieux mensc m 
Tel vous autres harmonistes ecartes en reduits 
De vos propres idees vous vous faites Paradis. 

Un desir poeticue dirtere du talent : 
C'est a toi men esprit d'arranger justement. 
Si tes ecrits manquent le bon sel attique, 
lis ne seront cheris d'indoeile public, 
lis peuvent t'eblouir au fond de ton boudoir: 
Sans avis defendes a personne de les voir. 

Remettes toi 3 mon cher. qu'il y a des creatures,- 
Des Zoiles refi :_ oes, redoubtables aux auteurs. 
Qui talonnent. ou cares—:.:, sont mous ou sont 

amers 
Prostituant talent aux gages des libraires. 
Plaints lecteurs faineans s'en raportent a eux : 
Que peut un poete de plus fastidieux ? 

Fa:: ::onc des amis promts a vous cen- 

su: : 
Et te rendre tout net avant que t'admirer. 
Qu'i^ ,e ves ecrits les confidents sinceres, 

Et de tons vos deriauts les zeles adversaires. 

Depouilles 



A MO I- ME ME. 207 

Depouilles devant eux Tarrogance d'auteur : 
Mais saches de l'ami discemer le flaneur. 
Aimes qu'on te conseille, et non pas qu'on te loue : 
Boit t'il votre vin? a face grave il te joue, 
L'Hypocrite aussitot cherche a se recrier, 
Chaque vers qu'il entend le fait extasier. 
Tout est charmant ! divin ! aucun mot ne le blesse 
II trepigne de joie, il pleure de tendresse: 
D'Eloges fastueux il te comble de droit, 
Tantot il se moque de tes vers, et de toi. 

Mais cet ami sincere, et docte, et de bon gout : 
Ce grand tresor trouver r seroit d'aller au bout. 
Est il ecrivain lui: la jalousie y va, 
Chaque bon vers des votres, est pour lui un rabat. 
Est il horame de college ? entete des saints peres 
Votre satire mordante, il ne goutera gueres. 
Est il d'esprit sombre r retif aux amours r— 
Vos vers folichons lui gateroient bonnes moeurs. 
Est il du beau monde affaire a faire rien r 
Jurisconsulte en vers vous y chercheres en vain. 
Et gueres dans la foule d'un public occupe 
Faineant de critique trouv'ra tu a ton gre. 
D'affaires propres tout le monde se gene et se remu 
Gueres a t'on le loisir de prier le Box Dieu. 
Auteur est aux abois qui' souhaiteroit un avis : 
M Qu'il se fi done a soi, et non pas aux amis/' 

Mais encore de toi meme alles en retenue : 
Et la bride a la main fakes toujours la reveu. 

Exist 



208 E PIT RE 

Exist il qui ait du fiel, pour ce qui lui est chere ? 

Auteur sage est a soi critique severe. 

Encore pour prevenir Terreur de bon parent, 

(Tous lecteurs croyes moi agissent sans compli- 
ment.) 

A double cadenas enserres loin des yeux, 

Tes beaux vers mignons, n'en songes si tu peux. 

Et au bout de dix ans faites les voir le jour : 

Vous les lires au clair sans tendresse, d'auteur. 

Comme ouvrage d'autrui, vous frappra le moment, 

La balance critique pan ch era justement. 

Les deffauts paroitront sans fard, et sans appui : 

Les beautes intrinsiques auront double leur prix. 

Et pour comble resultant du Science de L'Ar- 
moire: 

A jamais ils brilleront an Temple de la Me- 
moire. 

Tel fut des anciens le chemin fraye : 

Beaux esprits ! les heritiers de Feternite. 
Au reste, Camarade ! la bonne voix cultives, (1) 

Au double va le prix des versets recites. 

Ecartes 

(1) Au sentiment des anciens le mouvement etoit ce qu'il 
y avoit de plus important dans l'execution de la Musique. 
La quelle comprenoit la recitation ou la declamation, Plu- 
sieurs passages des ecritures de Ciceron et de Quinctilien 
Ari-stid.es, font foi que les acteurs anciens marquoient par- 
faitement bien toutes les signes des passions par les gestes 
et la contenance : le mouvement de la tete, des bras, mais 
«ur tout des yeux, 

C'esfc 



A MO I- ME ME. 209 

Ecartes si tu peux compagnon de coeur, 
Instruit en cadence, et bon declamateur. 
En champ clos, ou chez toi, mais gardes bien la- 

porte 
Ajoustes haute emphase — masque marque Tem- 

porte. 
Le bras jette en Fair — est un trait seducteur, 
Et vaut en histrion un volume de lecture. 
L'Antoine en boudoir on ne trouve que sage : (1) 
L'Antoine en tribune, suscite gros orage. 

Cependant un poete aprouve des scavans 
Ira-t'-il des grands vers insulter les passans ? 
Ne preferera t'il pas reciter aux hetres? 
Et a Tombre de son chene chanter ses champetres I 
Belle muse il cloitera comme amie cherie, 
Pour jouissance secrete, inconnue, inouie, 
Et si par tout hazard un rayon en resulte, 
C'est pour lui desolant il desavoue le culte. 

Telle estn6tre demarche — humeurbizarpossede: 
Vingt ans tiennent cachee Faimable Emmeide. 
Vingt autres voileront " La Diane au BAiN r 
La soeur d'ApoLLOisr paroitra a la fin-.. 

II y a des critiques entetes d'ancien choeur. 
Qui s'offensent de qui ose y attacher erreur. 



C'est sur le visage principalement que Tame se peinte et 
nous y parle le plus intelligiblement. 

V. les Reflexions sur la Poesie et la Peinture. 
il) Vide Plutarque. Vit. Antonii. 

Quoi 



210 EPITRE 

Quoi ? — le Maron latin tient il aucun deffaut f 
Son Pegase bondissant fit il j'amais faux trot? 
N'assoupit il jamais, redoubtable Homere? 
Milton, Taudacieux, fait-il pas en arriere? 
Qu'en diroient ees sages Faccusation de crime 
Que le Pope, tres huiieux, trebuche dans la rime ? 
Que Faimable Horace sans soin et sans facon, 
Chanta de caprice, en depit d'ApoLLON ? 
Et que FApollon mime en humeur un peu gaie 
Debande lui meme son arc aux vallons de Penee ? 
Mais tres indomptable est Foreille du Pedant, 
Pour souffrir des deffauts en pur compliment. 
Bon enfant de la Permesse se soumette a ses loix, 
Evitant tout desordre et de Foeil et de voix. 
Chaque vers roule en cadence, et pour tout ac- 

complir, 
II elit bien les mots tous souples a son desir. 
Pour son grand heroique de structure classique, 
II s'en sert comme jadis tyran de L'attique; 
Traita les convies sur son lit de repos : 
Monstr' infame ! tout comme lui poete s'en use 

des mots. 
D'ordonnance cruelle, en espece de revanche 
Les trop courts il allonge, Jes trop longs il retranche. 
UE muet sert a tftut, commode pour la mesure, 
Mai-qiie bien le repos, succombe 'a la cesure. 

Cultives le bon sens, qu'il te soit saint Idole : 
Cynosure des scavans, infaillible boussole! 

Les 



A MOI-MEME. 211 

Les poesies diverses veulent langages divers 
Le Drame, FEpopee, le Lyrique ont leurs vers* 
N'admettes point en drame longue declamation, 
Mettes toi en defi de grande nation . 
Langage de theatre ne differe que ae peu, 
De langage du monde, ce doit etre soutenu. 

Que vos vers soient tries quelque soit votre sujet : 
Hero ne doit parler en ton bas de valet. 
Et quoiqu'en guerre il s'en prenne a Fescrime, 
-Ce seroit drole en Sen at leur haranguer en rime 
Dans le drame d' Avon trouve f on scene sterile ? ( 1 ) 
Gardes bien Fopprobre de genie d'imbecille. 

Que ta marche soit guidee par etoille sage- 
Detaches toi d'exemples aveugles de Fage. 
Et que grands soient les noms des Racines, des 

CoRNEILLES 

Beaux scenes, bouts rimes: me blessent les oreilles. 
C'est peu qu'on me cotte le Genie Gallique 
Ce n'est,,a mon avis, que lesrestesduGoTHiQUE. 
Qu'une langue heroique par tout va de meme : 
Mais Hero rimeur est une outrance extreme. 
. Je nFoffense beau coup dans un drame acheve, 
Voir rouler les discours sans variete. 
Ou tous brillent de meme : c'est un mauvais tableau,. 
Qu' eblouit par tout, sans les ombres de repos. 

(1) C'est chose assez remarquable que gueres pourroit on 
trouver dans les drames de Shakespeare, un seul scene 
sterile. P. 

Suives 



212 EPITRE 

Suives proche la nature, ne vous en ecartes guerei 
Que chacun de votre role parle de propre maniere. 
Cesar en gros tyran est bourn de sa rage : 
L'Esther terrassee s'en use autre langage. - 
Je me moque a Textreme des angoises d'artist 

sot, 
Qui se met aux abois par les loix d'ARiSTOTE. 
Cloue de trois heures en sallon, en parvis ; 
II y entasse tous, Rois, Brigands, Pretres, 

Com mis. 
Sans songer que chaque acte donne le repos sou- 

haite 
Pour transporter son monde a Rome, Thebes ou 

L'Eubee. 
Corps lourd ne bougit gueres en poursuite de This- 

toire 
Plus habiles au grand vol, sont les ames de Taudi- 

toire. 
Mais quoique bout rime en drame soit defendu 
Aux autres poesies tu as bien mon aveu. 
I/Epopee peut rimer sans demander excuse : 
C'est poete qui y chante, ou bien la belle Muse. 
Et en voye de Lyrique adonne au frivole, 
Sans entraves Famant peut chanter son idole. 

Que ton choix d'heroique soit tire de l'ancien : 
L ; Henriade a mon gout n'est qu'un fade vautrien. 
Le Richard enfante d'un riche literaire, 
Par son stance ennuiant dort en pousse au libraire. 

Qu'entend 



A MO I- MEM E. 213 

Qu'entende-je ? beaux vers, trente mille a ri- 
mer! (I) 

Effaces en le tiers, reste de quoi nous assommer. 
Dans ton drame evites rinsuffisance de sot 

Ou la Belle manque d'autrui s'explique a son 
poteau. 

Et FEnflure, de Melpomene ne touche j'amais 
coeur 

Si la Piece ne deploie les delices de Tamour. 

Mais enfin, graces au ciel ! si on trouve sots d'au- 

teurs 
On trouve pour le comble le double sots lecteurs. 
Et ce doit consoler l'ecrivain du neant 
Que le moncle enfante critiques a Foreille d'ane. 
Et meme en college ou les sages se van tent detoute 
LalanguedeJ***C*** enentendent ils goutter(2) 



(1) Ce poeme enorme consistoit d'origine de 24m a 30m 
vers ; l'auteur le soumetta a la reveu de quelques amis amdes 
qui en retranchireiit 8m. 

(2) Yoyez l'Emile de Rousseau, torn, 3, p. 150. Edit. 
Leipzig, 1762. 



VERA 



( 214 ) 



VERA FIDES. 



JL HAT which contented makes the mind : 
And forms the " Friend of Human Kine/' 

To fire and sword a stranger : 
That, which in dreadful hour of death, 
Speaks comfort, with an Angel's breath, 

That Faith involves no danger. 



TO 



( 215 ) 

TO MY PEN, 
AN ODE. 



-Penna ! 



O mihi me conjux cara. 



Ovid, 



JL/EAR Pen ! my plaything and my pride, 
In spirit's lofty running tide ; 

Thee with full heart I prize : 
Thy labors done, in Fame's high state, 
■' Well or ill cuf—t dedicate, (1) 

Eternal in the Skies. 

'Tis thine, dear gift of Gods above, 
To raise the Muses from their grove; 

Fair phantoms roimd us roll : 
Paint young idea bright and warm, 
In all the luxury of form, 

And brilliancy of souL 

£l) Penola mia 

Bien cortada — o mai tagliada. Saavedra. 

k 4 Drawn 



«5 TO MY PEN, 

Drawn from th' eternal Cupid's pinion, (1) 
The universe is thy dominion : 

Thy soul a plastic fire : 
The magic of thy point divine, 
.Shall cause the vivid thought to shine, 

When Phebus ? beams expire. 



Come to my heart, thou friend sincere : 
In Fame's proud dome, a living Star! 

Supremely shalt thou beam : 
Mutual and endless be our date, 
Beyond the shot of common fate, 

Heirs of a quiet fame. 



That dome be thine— in honors clad : 
Thy chosen station be its shade ; 

Its solemn shade, thy care : 
In that sequestered sacred scite, 
Thy master's mental joys delight, 

He shims the noon-tide glare. 



(1) A thought has an internal capacity, or capability of un- 
irapairable eternal existence ; — write it, re-write to all eternity, 
it is still the same, and differs from every other thing we 
.know of. 

Hence 



ANODE. 217 

In rural cot's delightful gloom, 
Where the coy Venus loves to roam, 

His free soul breathes conceal'd : 
Hence late shall rise his bosom's store, 
Like mines, long hiding all their ore, 

To few alone reveal'd. 

An age or two shall wing their flight, 
Ere it shall meet the common light : 

Sleep hold the poet's name : 
A little scyon of his love, 
His greatest, surest guard shall prove. 

Firm usher of his fame, 

Friends shall resort — the chosen few, 
Where thou, my Pen, shalt rise to view. 

The wise— the true refln'd : 
Such, such alone is his desire, 
Such who can prize the Muse's fire, 

And energy of mind. 

Far, far away the vulgar croud, (1) 
Vofries of Bacchus — drunken God* 

Vain, uncongenial horde ! 
But welcome youths, of honor's train,. 
Bright virgins too of Dian's reign, 

Beauty be e'er ador'd. 



(1) Procul prophamim vulgus. 

k Round 



218 TO MY PEN, 

Round thee, in midnight's solemn scene ? . 
A thousand shapes shall rise unseen, 

But by the poet's eye : 
Heroes — and kings like them of yore, 
And gorgeous dames, a blooming store,— 

—Our Gipsey shall pass by. (1) 

Aereal music then shall sound, (2) 
Enchantment wild fill all around : 

The labouring Moon appear: (3) 
Circe display unearthly charms, (4) 
Voluptuous— she, the wise disarms:— 

— Courcy's bright plume be there. (5) 

Columna's matchless cheek shall glow: (6) 
Emelia's breast shew new falin snow: (7)* 

Elfrida ! ah too fair! (8) 
Runilla! — fiend thro' love's dire force, (9) 
Hot tears shall flow in pity's course, 

Hearts melt in grief sincere. 



(1) Sylvia in the Gipsies. Drama. 

(2) In Camillus and Columna. Drama. 

(3) Full Moon scene in Selim— il Medico Persice. Drama, 

(4) Circe, the enchantress. Drama. 

(5) Courcy, Earl of Ulster. Drama. 

(6) Camillus and Columna. Drama. 

(7) Character in Courcy. 

(8) Edgar and Elfrida. Drama. 

(9) In the Children in the Wood, Drama* 

These 



AN O D E. 219 

These are thy works — oh Pen divine ! 
And ' con amore — they shall shine, (1) 

When brass shall mould away : (2) 
On Time's firm wing they still shall rise, 
Lov'd, guarded, by the good and i \vise, 

Impervious to decay. 



(l) The painters have three positions of merit. 
1st Con Sapienza — the mechanic work. 
2d Con Diligenza — to paint with industry and care. 
3d Con Amore — when the painter's heart and soul goes 
his work — and for himself. 



(2) Exegi monumenrum oere perennius : 
JS T on omnis moriar : 



-Usque ego postera 
Crescam laude recens. 

Hor. Od. 30. Lib, 3, 




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